Well, okay, PH, I get what you're saying. But what is the tone in the home? When I lived with my mother, I tried to stay in my "new" state of mind, even though it didn't jibe with hers. I hugged her, served her with a smile, addressed her endearingly. (Man, now that I see it in writing, if I weren't still in bed, I would have to lie down!) She could not go more than a couple of hours without yelling at me for something. I guess I took over my father's role, actually. So. Hmm. I feel better about living alone, thanks! (No, I don't.) I'm so cornfused!!!