He barely looked at it.

He tossed it aside and said, in front of everyone, that he was tired of me showing up and expecting appreciation in a house that had nothing to do with me anymore.

So I calmly reminded him not to forget who had laid the foundation under his feet.

That was enough.

He stood up.

He pushed me, hard enough that my ribs struck the edge of the table.

Then he started swinging.