2. The endless questioning about what was once your private life
You could be 35 years old, and your mom will insist she has every right to know where you are at all times. Where are you going? When will you be home? Who will you be with? You're wearing that? Until you finally scream, "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BEE'S WAX!" as you storm out the front door, only to then receive a string of frantic phone calls. When I lived 1,200 miles away, I spoke to my dad three times a week. Now when I leave the house for an hour, I will get five phone calls. Where'd you go? What are you out doing? Are hot dogs OK for dinner? Can I eat some of your Lucky Charms? When can I expect you? I love you, but how about a quarter to LEAVEMEALONE, Dad.