I couldn’t wait to leave home when I turned 18. I don’t get someone wanting to stay dependent on their parents.
To 'level up' in the game we play on this planet all of us have to figure out the challenges set before us. You and I are blessed NOT to have that one trisham... but my guess is we have others...
I left when I was 15.
One of my wife's friends is trying to get her two sons out of her house. Her oldest son is 48. We can't understand why she permits this, as her sons are abusive. Our daughters left home soon after high school, same as my wife and I. Proper parenting makes the difference.
It’s expensive out there. So, it get not moving out at 18.
But, living with ones parents at 33 is not mentally or emotionally healthy for either party.
No kidding. I left home one week after graduating HS and I loved my upbringing and hometown.
My parents always made it clear: you will not graduate HS and go straight to work AND live in this house. You may live here if you go to the local college and get good grades. You also will have curfew and chores. Otherwise, move out to go to work or (the most encouraged route) move out to go to college at least a days drive away.
You dated yourself trisham. Back in our day, it was pretty much a given that when you turned 18, you were an adult, and ready to take on being an adult.
I got along great with my mom and stepdad, and a scholarship afforded me the opportunity to go away to college. From that point on, 4 days at home was enough, I was always ready to return to school and my independent life.
Within months after graduation, I was a platoon leader in Germany, responsible for 20 men before I turned 23. At 25, I was the supply officer for a 600 man air defense artillery battalion.
My sister also moved out of the house after she graduated from high school. Our stepdad helped her settle into her own apartment, and she took on a clerical job, she never planned on going to college.
On my 18th birthday, my stepfather told me I could get a beer anytime I wanted, though the drinking age was 21. He grew up during the Depression, served in WWII. I never did that with my kids, different time, and they weren't ready for that (and Mom never broached the idea).