I am not his mother, or his wife, not his sister, not his girlfriend but I am cooking and doing his laundry. He is my neighbor, he makes good money, he is not a freeloader. I am 34, a VP at a bank, a lifetime lesbian, and now I am the chief cook and bottle washer, vacuum operator, washer woman, grocery getter, to a 32 year old man, the only thing in common is that we own condos side by side. I have held myself away but he wants a kiss and much more and I am no longer strong enough to stop him. His place is our place, my place is where I go to mope, cry and ask why, to toss and turn longing to walk next door and give myself to him.