Great, coworkers. That’s right. Have a conversation about your relatives who haven’t moved out of their parents’ house and make me feel like a piece of shit in the process. I haven’t been having enough trouble trying to reassure myself that I’m not somehow broken because I’m 27, still unattached, and living with my mother. I don’t have enough trouble trying not to feel like I’m failing in life somehow even though my mother has repeatedly reassured me that she wants me there and even though I pay my share of the bills and she’d be up shit creek with no paddle if I moved out. It’s ok. Just keep complaining about your kid who lives with you that you apparently can’t stand. Remind me why the fuck you had children if they’re apparently so inconvenient? WTF is wrong with baby boomer parents that they act like this about their children?