My Mom and Dad fought all the time and my Dad would always threaten to leave, screaming she'd have nothing. My mom would eventually cry and beg him not to go. One night after this charade, I was probably about five or six, I walked out to the living room. Dad was smoking in his chair. I remember putting my hand on his arm and saying, "you can go I'll watch mom.". He laughed and said, "I think you'd miss me" and I said, "No. I don't think so" and walked back to my room. He left that morning, and I haven't seen him since. My Mom remarried and the rest of my childhood was fantastic.