Confliction, the state of worrying whether I am seen as a villainess, the feeling of worry about whether my desires do indeed destroy the parent child relationship. Then I really listen to the nasty words that visciously spew forth from my sons mouth and then I believe again that less is more, reduced frequency may indeed save him from himself, because I am not ready to give up on my son, but I question where he gets the audacity to believe this is appropriate, then I remember his father told him that he's staying out of it, son and I will just have to learn to get along