Letting yourself into your parents house this late at night brought back memories. When you were younger you wouldn’t have had your own set of keys, but you knew how to shimmy the door. Back then you were sneaking in to hide the fact you had been out partying. Now, after a year away at college, you were working late and staying at home just to keep your head above financial waters.
You smiled at the memories as you silently climbed the stairs. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the fact that your parents were still arguing. You paused outside their door to hear what the fight was about tonight.
“We just did it 3 weeks ago!” Your mom said, exasperation in her voice. “What more do you want from me?”
“Fine!” Your dad replied. “Guess I’d better go take a cold shower.”
You blushed as you snuck to your room. Your mom was pretty enough, essentially an older version of yourself, but apparently her libido had dried up. Which was an unfortunate irony. Your first year of college had brought you all sorts of new found freedoms, but moving home for the summer had caused your social life to come to a grinding halt.