All I wanted to do was check in with my folks the day before I come home from my road trip. But instead of a quick hello, me telling her I might be coming home late prompted a huge warning from her. "No!" she said, as if I was a child.
You know, shit like this, when she tells me that she does not want me coming in this late, is why I'm emotionally stunted. I'm serious.
So she tells me either to come home early or just stay at a hotel overnight. I got so pissed with her that I hung on her. My parents do that to me all the time.
But after cooling off I realize that I don't really have much of a choice if I still want to stay at their house. Besides, I have to go away from Minnesota this (Friday) afternoon to see (and fuck) this chick one last time before I go. So my plan on going to the casino near the Iowa border and then the strip club about 15 minutes away are out. (I'll make it up by using their minivan to go down there one night.) I'm going to come home early, because I have to return the car Saturday morning and I want to be home to make sure I don't get hit with late fees.
Look, she makes one good point. The drive down here, especially the part through the open country of Iowa, killed me. I got here in one piece, but the tedium of the road made things dicey at some points. And, don't tell Mama, but it got worse at night.
I don't like acceding to her wishes. And I'm damn sure I could make it home at midnight, or even 2 o'clock, which was my original plan. But growing up I am learning not to pick so many fights. This one, I'm afraid, I lay down my arms for.
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