My mother is the one person who, while my dad and I are having a discussion (implying serious issues i.e. no screaming fits) takes offence to the most bizarre (read: irrelevant) things and throws a temper tantrum that leads to her slowly twisting the serrated guilt-tipped knife in my heart. The one person that makes me never want to have kids so I can spare them the torture of being genetically linked to the madness.