A woman in her early forties, who is very anxious.

A man in his sixties, who is very overbearing.
A family get-together is arranged.
It's a story about hatred.
Your character is not afraid to get involved.

“Emily, come on. It’s been what? two years?”, asked Aubrey.

“More or less”.

“Don’t you miss him at least a little bit?”

Emily shrugged, but then remembered she was talking to her sister on the phone, so she answered out loud, “Not really”.

“Well, either way, you should come to the dinner. Don’t you want to see me? Or your little nephew? Or aunt Margery? Besides, sooner or later you’ll have to talk to him… He’s your father, for Christ’s sake! You can’t ignore him and your relationship forever.”

“I’ve been doing it pretty successfully for the past two years, though…” mumbled Emily. But knowing how relentless her sister can be, she surrendered, “Fine, whatever,” she sighed and rolled her eyes.

The next day Emily was at her parents’ house, sitting at a dinner table, surrounded by her family.

“And when are you going to get married, huh? You’re 38 years old!”

“42”, said Emily almost inaudibly. At first, her father tried to be civil, but after a couple of hours and a couple of glasses of wine, his nature got the best of him. Now Emily fully remembered why she stopped talking to him. After their mother died, no one was there to protect her from her father’s constant flow of complaints.

“Look at your sister! She gave me a second grandkid! And when are you going to get a real job? All you do is sit behind a computer all day! You’re so selfish! Useless!” There were other painfully overused claims and accusations, Emily zoned out while Aubrey tried to calm their father down, but it was too late.

“I gave everything to you, you, ungrateful brat!” After this phrase, Emily snapped.

“Ungrateful?” she grinned wildly and stood up, “Don’t make me laugh. What should I be grateful for? That you “gave me life”? That you gave me food and shelter when I was a child?  Or for all the anxieties and insecurities you gave me?” Emily looked him directly in the eyes, “I’m done.” She stormed out of the house, shutting the door behind. Once out of the house, she could hear her sister and father arguing.  Emily exhaled shakily and thought, “On the bright side, now I can tell Aubrey “ha-ha, told you so!”. She smiled, gave a little laugh and went home.