Agreeing to disagree is difficult but sometimes necessary.  I hadn’t ever really pegged myself as a person who was even capable of agreeing to disagree.  Because if you don’t agree with me, you’re wrong.  Or at least, I told myself that. My brother and I had an epic battle.  A battle so huge that I packed up and moved into my unrenovated, moldy home.  A small part of me was hoping that I would get really sick so I could stick it to all parties involved and say “Look what you did!”  I’m just being honest. Our fight had far reaching effects.  I drew a line in the sand, and…