No, I was in the kitchen cleaning up the jug of milk he knocked over on his way to the bedroom. I told him to clean up the milk, he told me to flip off and went into my back bedroom to get busy. I took that as a tremendous disrespect, I didn't cry about it, I cleaned up his mess, impressed upon him the error of his ways with both barrels of my Browning, and he left soon after with his girlfriend. They got married, there was some abuse, they got divorced. My life is better without him.