Hindsight's given me too much memory

Eight years ago today, at approximately 3:30 a.m.

"Where have you been? I'm going to be late for work."

"Well, I made it back in time, so don't worry about it. Go to work."

"Where were you?"

"With my cousin."

"Until three in the morning? Doing what?"

"I don't know, just hanging out with him and his friends. They're more fun than you."

"You need to stop doing this. You know I can't just leave the kids and go to work on the assumption that you'll be back."

"I think you need to move out."

"What?"

"It's over."