This is why I stopped dating Italians

Mama's Boy Syndrome happens here, too, not just Rome!

That fat bastard who decided I "wasn't good enough" back in 1998 will now be 37 come December! He's managed to lose job after job, too, from what I've heard. Mama still irons his socks, too. She also knows all the details of my personal life, including what kind of soap I use. I called that whole situation a boundary violation, and he scoffed by telling me that I had no right to "deserve better treatment than his family." Verbatim, kiddies! I should have known, even my father told me he was worthless. "He's a funny guy, but where's he gonna be in 50 years?" Pop, you were so smart.

When I posed the question to Mr. Boy, "What will happen when your mother dies? Won't you have to grow up?" all hell broke loose. Apparently, reality is too much for people who are catered to day and night. I got the last laugh though, he called two more times, saying he "missed me." Those phone calls went unreturned in both 1999 and 2000. Silence is an incredible weapon.

The question remains: is it culture or is it stupidity? People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

Or pasta.