I’m Yukari. The next morning, I woke my husband up and asked him to pick up and drop off the kids, but he got visibly annoyed, snapping, “Why do I have to do it?” I told him, “If I ever end up in the hospital, you’ll have no choice,” and started walking down the stairs when I heard him screaming from behind. Then, something flew right over my head, and trash scattered all around my feet. Looking up, I saw my husband glaring down at me with pure hatred. Speechless, I grabbed the kids’ hands and practically ran out of the house. I’m just in complete shock.
Trying to stay calm, I dropped the kids off at preschool and called my mom to tell her what happened this morning. When I told her he threw a trash bag at me, she was completely speechless, but immediately worried and told me to come to her place. After finishing work, I arrived at my parents’ house, where my parents and the kids gave me a warm welcome. I called my husband and told him, “I’m staying at my parents’ house for a while.” He snapped and kept screaming a million things at me, but I just hung up and powered off my phone.