-Frantic- I raced through the narrow streets of town. There was little traffic on the road, most people were settled into their homes for the night. Occasionally I passed a pedestrian and had to fight the urge to stop to warn them. I was panicked and could barely manage to yell out the window at them, the words that did get out were not very intelligible. Some responded with a vulgar slur or a raised middle finger. I kept driving towards my kids, the car tires barked around every curve until I reached the street Amanda lived on. Ahead of me was her house, which we had bought a number of years earlier together. My youngest son was raised in that house and now she lived there with her revolving boyfriends and the kids half of the time. The day after she kicked me out, she cleaned out our room and boxed up my things. she was through with me and I was so devastated at that I couldn't breath. I felt like I was standing on a rolling ship and it was sinking beneath my feet.
