We had a fight.
Yea, yea, I know, we’re always fighting, but this was the worst.
I lost it – my patience with him, my tolerance, my everything.
I told him to pack his bag and to go.
And he went.
And he took everything.
Now all I have left is that wall.
I swear, I’m never going to live in a caravan again.
Note for non-UK readers: caravan = trailer