I had to move back in with my mother when I was 30 for exactly 1 year.
Of course, it was during Obama years and so even the hardest workers were unable to survive on their own. It blows, but sometimes it happens. I’m just grateful she was willing to put up with me for that time.
Now I’m full-time employed and I’m living on my own and I’m posting to FR on an Internet connection I’m paying for with the fruits of my labor and drinking coffee that I bought the materials for with the fruits of my labor.
Life is good.
There’s something terribly wrong there.