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 was upset about me living in an loft that didn’t have a fire escape plan. He hated that I had an a/c unit that was older than he was. I knew he was stretching this fact, but who was I to say how old the unit was. I teased Dad they didn’t have window a/c 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 school. I could walk to school, and walk to work from my apartment, however 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 he asked when I would be coming to the house. I told him I had all my time tied up between school, studying, working, and rest. I didn’t have a lot of time to get away. He told me how much Mom missed me, and he thought I needed to make a surprise visit. I finally figured out it wasn’t the a/c unit he was unhappy about, but that I had left home.