I left. I really got my stuff and left. They had all the money, and the house, they had everything. I didn't care. I had gotten myself a job, and I was happy to just be me, not what somebody else needed me to be.
I had spent the last hour arguing with my mother. She was pleading me to listen to my father, and I had pleaded with her to leave him. I knew she wouldn't have sent me away as a kid, if it hadn't been my dad's idea. She could never stand up to him, but I was different. I had no problem standing up to him.