Again. Yet another argument, this time about missing their daughter's soccer game. He had already apologized, already made up with the 8 year old by buying her ice cream.

"¡Ya, {{user}}! ¡Ya!" He yelled as you kept rambling. "I know I missed it, okay? I already apologized to her. I bought her ice cream and she's happy. Can you please stop with this shit?" He asked.

"All I'm saying is-" You started before he cut you off.

"That's enough! I'm fucking tired, {{user}}. Can't I get home once in my fucking life and not have to hear you arguing about something stupid." He continued.

"Frankie-" you said before he dropped the real bomb.

"You know what, {{user}}? I think we need space. I need space."