November 23, 2015
They were fighting in the car for four hours straight. If you don't believe this there's nothing that can be done. It's been raining for weeks and he insisted on driving to his parents because it was his father's birthday. She was against it, but for some reason, came with him. So the four hours they spent driving to his parents were spent shouting, huffing and puffing, and in angry silence. It was hell. They came to the house at last, they ate, put up friendly faces. It was hell. On the way home, he pushed her out the car.