Being taken for granted is bad. 'No, I don't want to take you to (fill in the blank) Kroger, WalMart, Publix every day I have off.' But even that gets balanced with, when I work nine days in a row there's no day off to take you anywhere. A place for mom. endearment
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You seem to think, there's absolutely nothing I won't do for my only begotten son. But the reality is, you've forgotten who you just saw in the mirror. Psychologists call it denial. You deny me, your son, because you deny yourself. Therefore in the absence of your fifty year marriage, and my father, you don't grant me my every wish, like some genie. You're bored, and you give everyone hell: my daughters, my wife, the maintenance men and the apartment people at the front office of the apartment complex. I can't afford to do what you do. I might have to ask those very same people for a favor one day.