 Of course, when they would separate, I would see him come back through the door maybe four or five days later. So I felt like my mother was always lying to me, you know, giving me this false hope of peace and some joy in my life. And the older I got, the more fights me and him started to get into because he started to be jealous of my relationship with me and my mother. So that kind of tore the home apart. And I knew I had to leave.