I hate that you sell. I hate your stupid job that's going to get you nowhere. You get money and you blow it all on that. I hate it and you'll never understand how worried I am every time you go. I worry you're going to get caught and I'm not going to know. I hate what you do and I don't tell you because I know you like it. So yeah, I'm going to be upset when you can't walj home with me because you have "other things to do". If you had a real job, I wouldn't care, I wouldn't be upset. Sometimes I hope you get caught that way you can learn the consequences of your "job". Grow up. Grow out of it, please.