I am and only child, who was raised by my Grandmother and mother. I moved out of the house when I was 19 because my mom was to overbearing, Im now 55 yrs old and has moved back home to take care of her, I dont like her, bt I feel that I have to do this. I reall cant afford to live on my own eother, because of a chronic illness. My back is against the wall. I resent the fact that I have to be in this situation. I have a new man in my life, but this is not his problem, the sex helps alot.

every time i make time for my FWB these days something happens at the last minute. I can't get mad because this time it's because he's spending time with his only child...i'm not some selfish bitch. But now I'm stuck here at home, it's pouring outside, and not even a rush job to work on. I like him but maybe it's not going to work, if I never get to see him.

Sometimes I wish I were an only child. When I say I'm busy, that does not mean come over and inspect my house then complain about me to mum!