It's interesting how much you can tell through someone's eyes.
Tonight while sitting downstairs, Tysen (toddler that lives upstairs) had a temper tantrum and after unsuccessfully getting him to quieten down, his dad slammed the door and has been gone for the last 2-1/2 hours. I don't know where he went, maybe he had a meeting. Or, maybe he did what I experienced growing up... he couldn't handle it, so he left. I'm so glad I'm not married, because I would not be able to handle that. My heart broke for Alana as she dealt with two crying boys and her husband was gone. So many married women seem to be single mothers.
Keep in mind, I don't know what the stories behind what I saw were... but what I saw (and heard) made me sad and yet content, to be single.