Last night all hell erupted next door.
The yelling, banging, and cussing through the night seemed to be about the mother's aparant dalliance with another man. Between screamed insults we've managed to hear enough to form a theory that mom has been sharing sexy emails with another man, emails that have now been discovered by dad. Dad is now convinced - and won't hear otherwise - that mom has stepped out on him.
Thus, our evening (and even morning as I headed out to the gym) has been punctuated by the continual volley of
"Don't you tell me you didn't **ck him!"
"I didn't **ck him!"
"Don't you **cking tell me that!"
...or versions thereof.
Being as there was nothing worth watching on the tv last night, we turned it down and gained our free entertainment from the soap opera next door.