Even now during phone conversations, my mother decides when the conversation is over.
My sisters and I sometimes joke about her idiosyncrasies but it's not funny: growing up around this sort of behavior from a mother cuts deep into a man's psyche.
Our society tends to uphold such stoic behavior as a sign of great inner strength, yet it's actually highly dysfunctional.
Crying releases tension and allows us to heal our emotional wounds.
My mother would fight tooth and nail every time, because to her conceding anything was a weakness.