Somehow this is what I created and yet at fifty still don’t understand.  No clue how this happened.  How can I give something I never had?

My adult son has moved back in with us.  He has allergies and the other night I told him I was going to get herbal medicine for him.  Yesterday I stayed inside all day so I didn’t get it.  He actually has an attitude.  He still expects care from his mother.  He is an adult.  Selfish brat.  I never expected anything as a child.

There must have been something in my DNA to allow me to mother.