I was walking home from the bus stop when I noticed a note on the door of my house saying, "DO NOT GO IN BAD FUMES." I had no clue what was going on, I was 11 years old. My mom had recently put a restraining order on my dad because of the fighting.
It all started when I was riding my bike around my front yard without a helmet. My father told me to put one on and I wouldn't listen, so he went to go smack me upside the head while I was on the bike. Before he could I turned my head and he ended up hitting me in the ear. The pressure in his hand ended up perforating my eardrum. I didn't realize how much pain I was in until the morning, when I was in 6th grade class. I ended up being in so much pain I went to go visit the nurse. I told the story to the nurse and she ended up calling DYFS.
I don't recall 100% if this is why my mom put the restraining order on my dad but nontheless he was gone for 3 months living with his friend. The rest of our family was enjoying the peace in the interim. I remember it being very serene. Until the day when I saw that note on my front door, after that point my life was changed forever.