My mother lives with me and she really doesn’t have anyone else, so I have to remind myself of that, but she just doesn’t ever leave me alone at all when I’m home or she’ll call me at work and think I can just sit around and talk all day on the phone because that’s apparently what she did for her 1 year of work before she got married 100 thousand years ago and its just that its constant, constant, constant that I blow up at her or won’t listen to her at all because I can’t take it … i want quiet time for myself. The thing is she has just the opposite problem … she wants someone to talk to. The other thing is that I can’t have adult conversations with her because she still thinks I’m 10 years old. I can’t take the neediness. I just can’t. This is why I don’t have kids of my own. But I have to work on it. I have to be more patient—its not fair to her or to I.