MY SON HIT ME 30 TIMES IN FRONT OF HIS WIFE… SO THE NEXT MORNING, WHILE HE WAS SITTING IN HIS OFFICE, I SOLD THE HOUSE HE THOUGHT WAS HIS

Then panic.

“You can’t do this!” he said. “That’s my home!”

I almost smiled.

“My house,” I repeated. “What a curious word.”

Then I told him the truth.

“I had every right to sell it. The same right I had when I paid for it. The same right I had yesterday… when you beat me thirty times in a house that was never yours.”

He kept quiet.

“You wouldn’t,” he said.

“I have already done it.”

And I hung up.

That same afternoon, everything started to collapse.