Lauren drove down late last night, staying with us through the weekend while attending a conference in SF. I dropped her at the Berryessa BART just in time to get on board. Morning school-related traffic was not considered. I took her car to set up the speedometer she had in the PT, as well as to test and learn more about the "Honda sensors". And I did. My mom liked it as well-I took her to her appointment with it. Jen and I picked up Lauren at the Millbrae station and got dinner at Godfather's, a place of history for all of us. I had invited Tommy several days ago, but he has been stonewalling us because we want him to move out this summer before he turns 23. Things got tense when he asked me to unlock Lauren's car to detail it, and I said no. I had already cleaned it, but not deeply, and I told him so. He would not accept no and argued, to the point of calling and texting Lauren to get permission. After 3 days of the silent treatment from him and the anticipation that he would be just as belligerent when I needed to take it, along with the concern that he would drive it and it's not yet fully insured. But all of these points would have been argued and dismissed, so I just stopped engaging. He called me a few choice names, and I took off to run a few errands, but he and Jen got into it next. It takes a lot to get Jen angry, and she let him have it. We all ended up in a heated debate, yet I did my best to stay calm and focus on the point that he had to move out in the summer. That led to a few rounds of arguments continuing. In the end, though. He and Jen hugged, and they recovered. I did not. This was the final straw for me. He even dismissed that as all talk, and I've heard it before. That is true. He walked away and said something to the effect that this was how it was going to be until I did something to fix it. Only it's not me. The problem is 100 % him. His abuse, entitlement, inconsideration, and lack of gratitude. He said, "We have issues," but that's not true. "You do," I replied. "Not me.'' He came to me shortly after, wanting a hug, which I gave him. He said he knew he had to move out, and that he had hoped we could have had a better relationship. I told him I believed we would and could through the move and after. The hardest part in all of this is the reality that I will actually miss him, yet my pride and self-esteem have had enough of walking on eggshells and being treated like an annoyance by someone I have supported their entire life, freely living in my home.