At home, my Mother and Bob were arguing more and more often. Most of the arguments were over trivial matters, but as the arguments continued and became almost non-stop, I began to become more and more upset.
Finally, one morning during one of my parents arguments, I decided I was tired of the situation and it was time to run away from home. I packed a change of clothing and my bathing suit, and proceeded to run away. Straight to the swimming pool.
I spent several hours at the pool with all of my friends, like nothing was wrong. Finally, in the afternoon, Bob arrived looking for me. I left with him to go home. As we drove home we talked. Bob wanted to know why I had run away. I told him I was tired of him and my Mother fighting all the time. I was very dramatic about the situation, shedding tears at the appropriate moments.
The result of that day was a change in my parent's relationship. They quit arguing so much, however, Bob, who was already a workaholic, spent less and less time at home. He seemed to have less and less time for family and worked later and later. When he was home, he isolated himself. His relationship with the other kids, including his own two children, never seemed as good as his relationship with me.
My Mother, whom I considered a nag at that time, continued to nag, but Bob didn't respond as he did before. He just walked away, becoming more and more passive aggressive. I maintained my close relationship with Bob and continued to adore him. There seemed to be a wall between Bob and everyone else.