Sorry for your loss.

As a parent and homeowner I definitely feel like an adult now. But I do still reach out to my parents for help and support from time to time. I’m really going to miss them when they’re gone, but being “at the top of the trouble ladder” isn’t something I had considered.

I kinda know the feeling. My dad died in '07 when I was 34, my mother in '20 and her last brother died this year. My sisters and I are now the oldest generation (together with nices and nephews on that side) My yongest sister just turned 42.

I still refuse to admit I’m adult, just old. (At least that’s what my body tells me from time to time, “you’re not 20 anymore, I’m not putting up with those shenanigans”)

Sorry for your loss

I pulled down his pants, bent him over my knee, and spanked him with it until he put the power rangers back on.

nice

Reminds me of when I moved cities and was having a rough go of it. I borrowed 20 bucks for gas and my gas light was still on. This was only a few weeks after I had ran out of gas on my way to an interview to deliver pizza.

That’s how I spent my teenage years. I wasn’t much of an adult yet.

It’s funny you mention this. It was really weird the first time one of my coworkers referred to me as “Miss” plus my first name. In the southeast US, this is a common way to show respect to an older woman that you consider a friend too.

Damn. You hit the nail on the head with that one. I don’t remember when I started referring to adults by their first names, but it was such an odd feeling. Now I call everyone from the 89 year old neighbor to the 9 year old across the street by their first name, and they’re okay with it, gack!

I’m being pedantic, but *missus

I’m a nurse in my late 40s, and I still have to open conversations with my elderly patients “Mister Smith” “Mizz Smith” when I first meet them. I can’t help myself; it’s how I was raised haha