I’m curious, as I never got that feeling, quite the opposite, actually. I can’t imagine living anywhere else at the moment, or in the foreseeable future. I love the house and the people who work here. I love the location. There are only my parents and me in a big place, so there’s a lot of privacy and room to breathe. Plus, my parents, for all their faults, are really cool people to hang out with.
My stepfather is an absolute piece of shit and constantly would berate us for anything. My name was idiot, jerkoff, douchebag, anything but my actual name. “It’s just a joke” was always the defense. So immediately as I’m graduating highschool he says I have to pay market rate for rent to stay there so I said fuck that why would I pay market rate to get abused?
I split the blame 50/50, but I do blame him for my never finishing college. I know people have done it sleeping in cars and whatnot, which is why I partially blame myself as well. Now I work in a factory…