She started yelling and screaming at how much of an asshole I was and how she was going to divorce me. I tried to calm her down and ask her if we could talk about it but she just kept screaming and yelling and cussing. She finally slapped me, flipped Ling off, and walked away. I wanted to run after her but Ling advised me against it. She told me to let my wife calm down before I tried to talk to her. So I went back inside my office, alone, to figure out what I was going to do when I got home.
When I finally got home, it was about 2 am. I was so afraid of going home to face the wrath of my wife that I went to a bar and got very drunk and had to have the bartender call a taxi for me. I nearly passed out on the sidewalk so the guy helped me inside. I tipped him and locked the door and walked and best I could to one of the couches in the living room so I could get the courage to go upstairs to my wife.
It was then that I noticed how quiet the house was. Usually whenever I came home I could hear the television in our room playing the theme song for "Jerry Springer. "But now it was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. I walked drunkenly up the stairs which took me a lot more time then it should have. I saw a single light at the end out the hall. It was my daughter's room light. I walked in there expecting to find her sleeping in her bed with Ledra standing over her, watching her like she did the first time we brought Kesha home.
Instead, I found my wife sitting on the rocking chair in the corner, looking very sadly at the bed.
"Where is she?" I managed to slur, afraid I was going to pass out before I got the last word out.
