Sometimes I feel my self-esteem gets so low that I'm as unnecessary as that bit of chuffnutt: burdening my parents while I live rent-free under their roof. My mom could leave my dad over careless money-management, but the world is a scary place when you've been with the same person for 34.5 years. She left him once, but a year later moved back for financial reasons. At first I was disappointed, because it sounded so un-feminist, yet I cling to my parent's ass-hairs, worried I'll be flicked away, then they can squirm and put waves in their waterbed.