My father refused to come to my home when mom visited last week.
Mom told me that dad hated my apartment, and the window aIr conditioning component was the worst.
He worried about me living in a house that didn’t have a fire escape plan. He hated that I had an air conditioning unit that was older than he was. I knew he was stretching this fact, however who was I to say how old the unit was. I teased dad they didn’t have window air conditioning units when he was a kid, which just angered him even more. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. He told me it was okay if I moved out and got an apartment. I was closer to work and to university. I could walk to university, and walk to work from my apartment. Everything I needed was within a block of the apartment, and I thought I had chosen wisely. The rent was perfect and it didn’t cost me more than what I made every month, from my job. My university loan covered all my university expenses. One afternoon, I came over to visit and she asked when I would be coming to the house. I told her I had all my time tied up between university, studying, working, and rest. I didn’t have a lot of time to get away. She told me how much dad missed me, and she thought I needed to make a surprise visit. I finally figured out it wasn’t the air conditioning unit he was worried about, however that I had left home.