When I was very young (I was 2) my Mom left my Dad because things weren’t healthy.
My first memory of her leaving was her staying in this house that had no electricity or hot water.
We had to put plywood on the bottom of a bathtub and light a fire under it to take warm baths.
She brought me there once and realized immediately how messed up it was, and decided to make something of herself.
She was on drugs at the time and quit immediately.