a life of laundry

When I was 15, my parents ended their marriage with a bitter divorce. Our community knew about all of our dirty laundry before I did. I was being a kid laughing, running, flirting and being me until the dirty laundry was thrown in my face.
Today my daddy still says the only time he got angry about the divorce was when he had to hang our clothes on the line to dry. It only happened once though, the next day he bought us a dryer.