Today's OneWord: Through
"I don't want to go through this again," my mom grumbled. "If you're not going to eat with us, then you can get out of this house for the night." That was fine by me. I had twenty dollars to get myself a burger, and I could easily walk to whatever cheap eatery I desired. I grabbed my jacket, marched outside, and slammed the door behind me. My bigoted family could choke on their overcooked pork chops and lumpy mashed potatoes, for all I cared.