I feel as if that’s the price on me and my mom’s relationship now. I have to rent her love, her approval, and of course – living space in her house. For $700/mth, I get to deal with the same bullshit as before, in the same room I used to sleep in for free. Plus I gotta pay the electric bill. And cable. And telephone. And internet. Mind you. I don’t mind paying for certain amenities, but due to the fact that there really is no privacy (anyone can walk up the stairs and push the door, and use the bathroom – which they do!) I feel like I’m getting jipped. Gotta look for a fresh crib.