So, I was living in Toronto for about 5 years, and have just recently moved back to Kitchener close to my parents house where I grew up.
I’m an only child, and I guess my Mom must have missed me because she has basically been telling the whole neighbourhood about all the terrible things I did as a teen. Like the time I egged a house, or the boys I cried over.
What’s even worse is she’ll bring these stories up IN FRONT OF ME to other people when we’re together! It’s embarassing!