Dad brought me a plate of cold meatloaf in the garage and said, “It’s only for now.”

Dad brought me a plate of cold meatloaf in the garage and said, “It’s only for now.” I was fifteen. My mother had taken my bedroom away, and he was standing there like a delivery driver. I asked if he knew this was no way to raise a kid. He looked at the floor. That was the night I stopped waiting for someone in that house to rescue me.