I don't think my son can have pets in that apartment complex unless he pays a pet deposit. And I doubt if they want the cat to pee all over their stuff.

It's easier to let me deal with the pee, isn't it?

I've had to wash plenty of his stuff 3 or 4 times each when the cat has peed on his laundry. Did he stop what he was doing and wash everything? No. But did he complain about the pee? Yes.

Just go on and move out and leave me with the mess and the headache.

Sure. No problem. Let's just let the house smell like cat pee.

I never have guests anyway, so why not let the smell just permeate throughout the entire house?

Let it fester really nice so when one of my rare guests does come over, the stench will smack them as soon as they walk through the front door.

Shouldn't be much different than the smell from when my son rarely changed the cat box for the last 6 years and refused to ever scoop it.

Never mind the fact that the only chores I ever asked of him were to change the cat box and mow the yard.

But that's a whole different story. Mowing the yard. He'd promise to mow it over the weekend, but the weekend would come and go with me reminding him that he had promised to mow, and then he would get angry and tell me he was going to do it. Of course, he wouldn't do it.

Then I had to pay someone $30 every week or two to mow the yard.

So, yeah, go ahead and text message me to tell me how YOU think I should be doing things in a house that you no longer live in and couldn't freakin' wait to get out of.

That's every mother's dream, right? Do your best to try to raise a child on your own, struggle through crappy job after crappy job, deal with being bipolar while raising a kid with ADHD, put up with a controlling parent, manage to finish a college degree while working full-time at jobs you hate, get fired repeatedly, go on and off meds, in and out of treatment, all based on whether you happen to have health insurance at the moment, hang on to the rollercoaster of bipolar for dear life, struggle to find a reason to keep on living when it seems like there is no point, fall into default on $90,000 of student loans and $30,000 in debts to the point where I feel like I'll never come out from under it, deal with the emptiness of no real friendships to confide in, handle the loneliness of having no one to love or build a relationship with, put all of the last 21 years into raising that child who turns around and lets loose with criticizing me via text message on his cell phone on my plan which he hasn't paid for. Yeah. I'm paying for you to have the convenience to criticize me. Great investment on my part.