I was about to dodge when Dylan drove his foot into my leg. The kick buckled my knees and I dropped, landing hard on the ground right in front of Muriel.
I stared up at my son, unable to believe what he'd just done. Tears streamed down my face.
"Apologize to Muriel!"
"Do you get off on tearing this family apart? Is that what makes you happy?"
Dylan's expression was vicious. If I weren't his mother, I had no doubt he would have struck me across the face.
Muriel clutched her cheek and pounded her fists against Dylan's chest.
"I don't care! My own parents have never hit me! If you don't make this right today, don't ever come looking for me again!"
Dylan swore under his breath, snatched the $2.99 t-shirt off the ground, and hurled it down.
He jabbed his finger in my face and snarled.
"You really can't help yourself, can you? How the hell did I end up with a mother like you!"
"This is all your fault! You were so selfish, insisting on that divorce. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to find a girlfriend?"
"You don't help. You just stir up trouble!"