I went to my high school reunion this weekend. One of the guys there, whom I haven’t seen in 48 years, and who has never met my son, informed me that I was holding him back by having him live with me. I don’t know if he meant because he thought Dan should be out on his own or that Dan is just living with me because of Ken’s death. I don’t care. I didn’t argue about it. I just said “You might be right.” Sod him. He obviously doesn’t appreciate the Japanese family concept. Frankly, I think his advice is more Mr. Spock than Dr. Spock.
I told Dan about it when I got back. Ever since, he’ll occasionally pass by me or duck into the room and moan “I’m so oppressed.”