Mum and Dad’s Sunday Lunch

I attended Sunday dinner with the family this weekend to celebrate my new job. While at uni I missed the Sunday dinner meal around the table and sometimes got homesick. Dad’s rubbish jokes, Mum fussing over you and your older siblings taking the piss out of you and the banter. You miss family life sometimes.

I’m the youngest of the family so get treated like the baby of the family. The one labelled “needs the most help”. During the dinner conversation Mum and Dad asked me if I wanted to move back home. I nearly spat out my wine.

How do you tell your parents to “go f*** themselves” without hurting their feelings?

I could never move back home. When you live with your parents there is a lack of freedoms and independence that you don’t get while living away from home. I couldn’t live under my parents roof again. I love my independence and my flat is like heaven now I’ve refurnished it and added that “man’s touch”.

I’ve mastered most of the cooking skills I need so I won’t starve. Now I have a full time job I can also fumble along paying the bills, drinking beer and still trying to get laid in my own space.

So dear Mum and Dad. I’m so lucky and grateful to have caring parents like you. I love you and thank you for the offer and trying to make my life easier but I’ll have to decline. I’ve no intension of living back at home. I have my own place to chill out in and a place to rest my head at the end of the day. Please stop worrying.

Love Rob. XXX