I appreciate that you are under stress. And you have apparently been under stress for the last 5 years, making my life more than miserable. But did it ever occur to you that maybe now that I no longer live under your roof, calling to tell me about your stress when you know damn well there is nothing I can do about it but worry might add to my own stress load? I'm trying to make it in nursing school. I'm trying to make my marriage work and keep it healthy. I'm trying to come up with enough money to cover all the bills at the end of the month. I'm trying to get our new house in order and keep it clean (which is nearly impossible when you have a 21-year-old living with you who can hardly brush his own teeth, let alone wash his own dishes... even WHEN asked directly to do so. But that's another story for another day). And I'm trying to keep this baby in until his appropriated due date. So please, let me manage my own stress. And, though it may be completely unthinkable to you, keep your own shit to yourself. I've been your rock for too long and now it's time for me to be my own rock. That may sound selfish, but I have to do what's best for me, my baby, and my family.