Look out: it’s time for the world’s most emotionally-charged home inspection. There you are, a 25-year-old adult ready to trade family Wi-Fi for the thrilling world of Relationship IKEA and self-assembled meals. Logic says it’s your next step, but the maternal waterworks tell a different story. Announce your plans, and suddenly you’re the villain in a live-action remake of Alice Crying a Waterfall of Tears in Wonderland scene. Two straight days of weeping and a soundtrack of «Why don’t you live in THIS house, the house we renovated just for you?» complete with bonus accusations against your boyfriend, who until five minutes ago was beloved for his intelligence and obvious devotion.

Now, there’s a sudden plot twist. Or a reality twist, happening exclusicley in this mom’s mind. The boyfriend is now allegedly a society-avoidant master manipulator, secretly hatching a scheme to steal you away and force you to endure his horrifying independence. Funny how a mere suggestion of moving turns your partner into an arch-nemesis and you into the destroyer of family tradition. Never mind that the most romantic setup for a new relationship is rarely «let’s all pile in with my parents who never left their own parents’ house»—a detail your mother seems determined to ignore.