Mom told me that I should get a job if I am going to keep living with her. Well, I did that, and now she wants me to do chores. That woman is always on my nuts, she ought to thank me for living with her, she'd never have anyone to talk to if it wasn't for me. She works, comes home, takes a long hot bath, reads a book or watches her stories, and goes to bed. I'm her excitement. She needs me. Hell, if I'm going to be totally honest with you, I need her.