What’s the point in yelling and screaming when he isn’t going to hear a word? What’s the point in this house if there’s no family living inside of it? I expected us to go down in flames. Something catastrophic, explosive, and cataclysmic. There’d be screaming, crying, shattered objects. Emotion. In reality, it is very quiet and very sad. I don’t think either of us is speaking the same language anymore.
