Nah, I like all of it.
I don't get hit with a fucking metre stick or punched in the side of the head.
I can eat nice food whenever and however much I like.
I can put the heating on and be warm.
I can wear shoes that fit me and throw away ones that don't.
The house is clean and rubbish is thrown away, rather than hoarded.
I can sit in the house with all the lights off and no sound from three radios and a TV at once.
The person I live with actually likes me. Loves me, too, which is an endless novelty to me.
I already had achy joints, but now I can sleep in a bed that's comfortable, rather than a knackered mattress on the floor where my bed was taken away and burned as punishment for leaving a cup underneath it once.
I have curtains and on demand hot water. I can take 2 showers and a bath in one day, rather than one bath a week in the middle of puberty.
No constant stream of sexism, verbal abuse or 'you know me, I'm not racialist, but..'
This grown up lark isn't all bad, you know.