I had been struggling with my mother for months, and our relationship had become strained. We would argue about the smallest things, and I would often storm off to my room, slamming the door behind me. My mother, who had always been the strong, stoic one in our family, seemed to be at her wit's end. She would try to talk to me, to reason with me, but I wouldn't listen. I was convinced that I was right, and she was wrong.