Some habits are hard to break. Like thinking you own someone because you made them.
Thus parents.
Living down here below my mom's house, you might think i am under her.
I am not.
I am the nice helpful son until she returns to being the cunt of a mother i grew up with.
Then i am... not nice.
Because this is my, house down here. And she can't make me hop to it anymore.
She forgets, as all parents do maybe, that i am not smaller than she is anymore. And she needs me, more than i need her.
So she can go fuck herself with her schedule.
And her petty requests.
She and i are neighbors. She is not my landlord.
Should she question any of this...
She won't. After 16 years of consistently telling her to igo fuck herself when she gets too hands on - cough she spanked me a lot - she has learned to back the fuck off.
But i still have to growl every 
now and then.
now and then.