Hey Mom, it's Bob. I'm writing this letter to tell you that I'm done living in this house. I'm a grown man. I need space. I need freedom. And I need to be able to wear my hair like this:
Here are a few reasons why:
- You always call me when you're feeling down, Mom. Like, can't you just get a support group or something?
- The laundry never gets done. I'm 30 years old, Mom. I can do my own laundry. Like, it's not that hard.
- I'm a functioning adult with a career and a social life. I don't need you micromanaging me like I'm still in high school.
Thanks for your concern, Mom. But honestly, it's time for me to fly the coop.
Best,
Bob