Dear Mom,
You need to grow up and face the fact that I am a grown man. I understand that since I still live at home while I’m in school, that I have to follow your rules for living here. I accept that. What really pisses me off to no end is that I have to let you know every little detail about where I'm going if I go out. You can’t just let it go at “Hey Mom, I’m going out with the guys. I’ll be back late tonight.” You have to have every little detail about the trip, who I’m going with, where I’m going, why I’m going where I’m going, and how much money I intend to spend. I don’t understand why that’s any of your fucking business. You just need to be happy that I told you I’m leaving. I know, I know it’s called being a mom and you worry. I get that , what I don’t get is why if you aren’t home when I leave and I tell Dad where I’m going, and he forgets to tell you, I get a phone call from you and you’re yelling and screaming at me because I didn’t tell you where I was at. Well I don’t have to tell y you if you aren’t home, I am supposed to tell either you or Dad, and if I tell Dad and he forgets to tell you fucking deal with it and get off my back. I didn’t do anything wrong, I followed all the rules, you just need to understand that and let it go you friggin control freak. You knew that this day would come when you popped me out, you’ve hat many, many years to deal with it, SO GET OVER IT ALREADY! Your little boy has become a man and there isn’t a friggin thing you can do to change it. It’s called life, it goes on, people grow up, people die. You cope with that and move on. So move on already, I’m all grown up and you can’t change it. I love you, but you need to just realize that fact.
Love Your Son,
Grik
