We were married for a while, the kids were maybe around 6-8 years older (all 3 of them) We lived in the woods in a huge cabin looking house in a neighborhood. It was either late fall or early winter. The trees lost most of their leaves already. The houses were kind of close to each other. We were fighting, maybe even breaking up again over something I don't remember what. I asked Dorian to move our car, a dirty, green SUV. He jumped in and slowly started driving. I watched him because he was just learning how to drive. He lost control and somehow wedged the car under the neighbors Jeep. He was stuck. I was mad a little bit, went to the neighbor's house asking for help.
