My parents came over this weekend for the last holy day of Days of Unleavened Bread (otherwise known as Passover). Sunday evening, we were eating supper, when my youngest some came home from his father's house.
He sat down with us at the dinner table as we finished eating and told us about his weekend. He had a wonderful time. Then he announced he was moving in with his father. No preamble, no warning, just laid it all out on the table like it was a side of mashed potatoes.
It's been a bad week.