The tension in the room was palpable.  We both came to the table with a chip on our shoulder; You because I was questioning too much and Me because I didn’t like your answers.

The problem is that we come from different sides of the track you and I.  You are all about the purse strings, while I am all about the heart strings.  You see my son as a burden while I see him as a blessing. You see him as an adult who is a  fiscal drain on your limited funds while I see him as my baby boy who is as deserving as the next.  You are all about the quantity while I am all about the quality.

You see me as irrational while I see you as un-emotional.  You feel I am asking for too much, that my expectations are too lofty.  You try to convince…