Mine was when my later-to-be mother in-law was having a tirade in my then rented apartment and I clearly remember my fathers voice say in the back of my head...? When you pay the mortgage you make the rules. Until then, I do? and it hit me. Wait, I am paying the rent. So.... that means I don? have to listen to this crap. I was a bouncer at local concerts. So I very professionally picked this screaming PITA up and nicely put her on the front stoop. She kept going, so I then informed her if she did not leave, I was going to call the cops. She left, never forgave me for that moment but.... it was worth it. I was an adult with all the power and repercussions that means. Still living with it to this day.

