Worst. Experience. Ever.

New Years Eve, 1999

Sitting at home, watching TV with my mother. My sister had already gone to bed.

My father came home from work. Him and mom had been fighting constantly.

He came into the room. And just looked at us.

He told mom he was leaving for a party. Mom told him he should stay. He insisted on leaving though.

He never came back. A few hours later, our cable was disconnected. Followed by our electricity.

He had canceled the plan to so as to force us to leave the home I grew up in. We were at my grandparents house, when the firetrucks drove by.

He broke in, stole all the money and his clothes, then light the place up.

Worst 24 hours ever.