I must admit, my white trash upbringing had slightly different expectations.
Me: Mom, I got a job.
Mom: So are you going to help pay for stuff around the house? I can’t believe you’re 20 and still living at home.
Me: No, I’ll be moving out and getting an apartment. I won’t be living at home anymore.
Mom: OH, you’re too good for us now, huh? Go ahead, move out. I’ll be fine here all alone. Hopefully I won’t fall and break my hip and have no one around to help me…
(OK, that’s slightly dramatized… but not much. 🙂
I must admit, my white trash upbringing had slightly different expectations.
Me: Mom, I got a job.
Mom: So are you going to help pay for stuff around the house? I can’t believe you’re 20 and still living at home.
Me: No, I’ll be moving out and getting an apartment. I won’t be living at home anymore.
Mom: OH, you’re too good for us now, huh? Go ahead, move out. I’ll be fine here all alone. Hopefully I won’t fall and break my hip and have no one around to help me…
(OK, that’s slightly dramatized… but not much. 🙂