So standing there in the kitchen, in this moment time stood still. In this moment our whole life together came to one point balancing precariously on the edge, and I was standing looking over it. I knew I had to make a decision, and I knew it would change my life forever...
I could decide to walk away, instinctively turn away from confrontation - but something was nagging at me. Something made me think of my Lil Pixie and what her life was to be. Her life was worth more. She was worth a life of joy. And my job was to ensure her safety.
I slowly turned around and walked down those few stairs to the wood stove and that smouldering ash bucket. That horrible burnt smell pierced my consciousness, and I turned to the Moron. The Lil Pixie was scooting around on the ground. With resolve, I grabbed the ash bucket and put it back outside on the snowy front step.
This made the Moron raise to his feet and start the fireworks show. He accused me of monopolizing the parenting, being self important, of always having things my way. He even said I was being careless as putting the ash bucket outside (in the snow) would cause the house to be set on fire.
And the height of his yelling, the Moron picked the Lil Pixie up, said, "we are over" and left the room.