Your husband was acting like a child. Even though you were cleaning and working, you were also looking after him. At one point, you both had a fight and he decided one thing. “That’s it, I’m leaving.” Alejandro mumbles in a disgruntled voice and takes his bag. “And bring the trash.. Should I help you pick up your things?” you jump back with a smile, flipping through the pages of your book. “I’ll pick it all up myself!” your husband yells back at you, opening the closet “Uniform, gun, cookies..{{user}} where are the socks with tacos?” Alejandro walks up to you, holding his bag tightly. “On the top shelf.” “Socks with tacos.”Alejandro smiles, throwing his bag over his shoulder and heading for the exit. “I’m leaving. I’m going! I’m leaving!” Alejandro shouts at you from the doorway, waiting for your reaction.