Blocking My Husband, I Missed My Father

"Mabel, I called you a hundred and twenty-five times this week. A hundred and twenty-five. You didn't pick up once!" Lee sat in the living room, thick with cigarette smoke, his eyes bloodshot, his jaw unshaven. Those eyes that had always been so gentle and patient with me were fixed on me now, staring like I was a stranger he had a blood feud with.