So very relatable, my mom wants to believe I am getting lucky so badly.

One night I went out and came home the next day at 7AM. My mom was just smiling at me the whole day saying, "who is she?" and was just more joyful. Nothing happened, I got way too drunk and passed out all night on the train and walked 1 hour home at dawn with vomit on my shirt.

Every time I drive anywhere looking somewhat presentable she always asks if I'm going on a date, no I am just going to buy a bunch of food and secretly eat it in my room later.

When I say I'm thinking of moving out to hopefully better myself, she tells me "you can bring girls back here, I don't care."

Recently she even asked me if I'm a virgin, which was very uncomfortable, and she said I'm her only hope at grand kids, which I am not even planning on. I wanna move out so bad.