Basement Dweller
Mom had a double mastectomy for her cancer last week and we've been getting meals from neighbors. It's a lot of food for us, even though I guess they don't know I live there. I'm 26 living in my parent's basement. I don't slack off or anything. But, when Sister Beeston says, "It's so nice of you to visit your mom," and I tell her I live there, it hurts a little bit. Admitting I can't afford to live someplace else. Free rent, free food. Am I doing enough? I guilt myself into thinking I'm not, because what I do earns little money, but it does usually earn familial respect. So I guess it's okay to live there.