Raft3r’s a momma’s boy and is not afraid to admit it. In fact, I am proud to be one!
What’s wrong with being a momma’s boy, anyway? It’s certainly not a crime to love your mother, right.
Maybe one reason why I have so many failed relationships is that most girls I have been with pale in comparison to my mom.
I think it is safe to assume that my mother would be the only woman I will ever love unconditionally.
Don’t get me wrong, though. My mom and I argue. We fight a lot.
She likes to open my mails and read them. That irritates the hell out of me.
She nags me to clean up my place more often. I happen to like my mess.
She tells me to shave and tuck my shirt in. No one cramps my style.
She says, “I love you.” I reply with a smirk and an agitated look.
My mom is the coolest. Despite my imperfections, she still loves me and accepts me for all that I am.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom! I love you.