Different story to everyone else who’s posted so far. I got a job in another province to get my foot in the door because I couldn’t get one in mine. One of my friends worked for this company and encouraged me to apply. Eventually I could move back if someone left. I didn’t for 3.5 years (1 in Alberta, 2.5 in my home province but 5h away from home), and then I went to Australia and haven’t looked back.

I left to go to college. Came back when my mother’s life fell apart and she begged for help, so I tried to be the good son. About 6 months after going back I left again because I couldn’t do anything right (as usual), my mother had allowed two different people to drive my vehicles and both times they were wrecked, and she got physical with my girlfriend and I when I put my foot down over anyone else driving a vehicle we were attempting to lease. Ended up having a restraining order against her for my girlfriend that my mother violated a couple times early on.

After a couple years ended up being stuck living with my mother again. Had a child born 3 months premature who passed at 9 days old. He had an intestinal blowout and never stopped bleeding after surgery. His blood gasses were toxic so my wife and I took him off the ventilator. My mother told me I was stupid and should have waited. I was dealing with major depression at the time and my mother unbeknownst to me stopped paying her bills so we ended up homeless together. During this time my mother finally told me the truth about never wanting me her words were “I had my whole life planed out” she went on to talk about her training to become a traveling stripper then said “and then I had you.” The way she said it was full of contempt, she was drunk but let’s be honest that’s generally when the truth really comes out.

Ended up getting away and half way across the country and stayed away from all family members. My mother still tried playing games by contacting the local sheriff’s repeatedly for “wellness checks.” The checks finally stopped at one point but probably because I made sure to make the idea I was living in New York City get to her.

I look back and see a ton of things that she did to me now. When I was around 9 she stored a leaking 5 gallon bucket of paint thinner in my bedroom closet even though there was a basement and detached garage that would have been a better place. I still have no idea what problems that caused.

When I was 19 I went to a sort of social pedagogy boarding school thing that we have in the Nordics, after that I got drafted and did alternative service, after that my brother had long since moved into my room, so moving back home wasn’t really on the table – at least not as I saw it.

It was before Trump ran the first time, but my folks were precursor to MAGA. I was not. I didn’t like having to sit and listen to their hateful opinions of people not like them. So once I had an education and job that made me fully financially independent, I left.

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…

My girlfriend (now wife) got an apartment but didn’t have a bed. I had a bed, but no apartment.

The first 2 weeks were spent on an inflatable matress though. Once my parents hadn’t seen or heard from me for a week, they knew it was just a matter of time before I came home to pack up my stuff (and bed).

I graduated college and assumed I wasn’t welcome anymore by the fact that growing up it was always made clear that I was allowed to stay as long as I was in school, and that my father and I hadn’t spoken in a few years at that point despite living together (mom was dead by then). Oh also the big binder of my childhood documents that appeared on a table with a note explaining what it was.

I moved in with my then fiancee and her parents in a different state. Got a job closer to home by sheer coincidence about 9 months later right as that relationship was starting to fall apart due to irreconcilable differences.

I knew my dad and I would kill eachother if I didn’t. Moved out pretty much as soon as I turned 18. It was a struggle but it had to happen. My parents have since divorced and I havent spoken to my father in almost five years. I found out semi recently that my parents agreed to stay together until my sisters and I were moved out. They got divorced a few months after the youngest left. I’m 31 now.

I wanted to go to college far enough away that my parents couldn’t reasonably visit without calling first.

Ho Chi Minh city was too cramped and hot so I moved to a cold and sparsely populated city called Rovaniemi.

Plus my mom was pretty controlling on many aspect of my life, and studying abroad was one “mom-approved” way to be independent.

I was an atheist, socialist learning, bisexual pacifist in a family of young earth creationists that even in the mid 90s would get frothy mouthed angry at the history of Vietnam veterans being spat at.

I enjoyed learning, my step father hadn’t read a book since he was 17. I wanted to live in a pedestrian friendly city, my parents encouraged me to yell “jap-junk” at people riding japanese motorcycles.

I started learning how to code when I was 10, and my homeschoolimg books were bought from a fundamentalist church in Florida that required memorizing bible verses for math and history class.

It was a choice of leave or suicide.

i got accepted at a small specialist school at 15 and moved alone to the other end of the country. our family situation had unfortunately degraded a lot at that point.

Moved in the Age of 16. Smoking, drinking and doing drugs was more way easier after that step, when no parents around telling you to stop that shit.

I got a good job and a car in my own name, and my parents started heavily hinting i need to move out. Sooooo worth it not living under the same roof as my dad: we can tolerate each other, even work together, but i don’t think its a healthy relationship. Nobody in his entire family can comprehend boundaries, and he’s the best about it (which is still not good and he can’t take a hint when it comes to locked doors).

Plus my own kitchen and i don’t have the heat blasting in what is already the warmest room in their house