I grabbed his hair and said, "You can go home and have the final say there. But from today on, I have the final say on my life."
I knocked my husband down, kicked him again, and glared at Jennifer.
Jennifer was so scared that she couldn't speak.
I went downstairs, satisfied.
My son continued playing games and saw me coming back alone. He mocked, "Didn't you get him back? Mom, you went too far and didn't protect my dad's dignity in front of Jennifer. Men do care about their dignity."
I picked up the stool next to me, smashed the computer screen, and felt relieved.
My son Daniel stood up, his face full of anger.
"Dad spent his salary on this. Who do you think you are to smash it?"
He roared at me, his mouth wide open.
I put two fingers into his throat.
He bent over and retched.
"Your father bought the computer for you, right? I bought you food with the money I earned at Uber. Can I cut off your flesh?"
Daniel squatted on the ground and retched a few times, muttering, "You're sick! You're the only troublemaker in our family! You're both women, but you can't compare to Jennifer at all!"
He angrily returned to the room and slammed the door shut.