Not a Fucking Mother

J just called to ask me if he could go to a concert in Chicago this summer.

I am so fucking annoyed right now.

I hate it when he does this. First, I am not his mother or his keeper so he doesn't need my permission to do anything. Second, if he thought that it was no big deal moneywise he would have told me so. Instead he wanted me to have to be the bitch and say we don't have the money.

I hate that. I wish we did have the money. I mean he could go. But we couldn't move this summer the way that we had planned. And we would be poor for the rest of the year. Which would totally be worth it if this was something that was really important to him. That was worth that to him.

In which case just say that. Don't call me up and try to get me to say no so that you can tell your buddy, "My wife won't let me." I have earned enough of a reputation as a bitch without your assistance, thank you.

To top it all off he has flatly refused to go to Chicago before. Its where he did his bootcamp for the Navy and even though I really want to go to a game at Wrigley he said he would never go back.

You are really not making your case there.

If he wants to go he should just come up with a plan and we can talk about it. But don't ask me like you are a sixteen year old wanting to go to a kegger.

I am not your fucking mother.