Oh man, this rings true. My ex and I were staying with my folks when things went south. We had it out in our bedroom, but no shouting or drama, while my folks were still downstairs. The next day at breakfast the mood was different and it was pretty dicey to put on a good facade for my folks until we got into the car and went back to our house. My mom called the next day and asked what was up, said she sensed something had gone down.