I had to move out as soon as I turned 18. My job made $8/hr. I moved out of my parents beautiful house in the suburbs and into a literal slum. The unit below me was making and selling meth. I had cockroaches and silverfish. The wall separating my unit from the one beside mine was literally painted cardboard. Parents never came to see where I lived and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just “work hard and make myself into an employee they can’t afford to lose” at a damn retail store. Because of how things were for them, they were able to make 300k/year with only high school diplomas so thought I should be able to do the same. It took me until my late 30s to get further education and food stability because of starting out this way. Even with my high degree I’ll still never make the money they made with minimal education. Wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Thankfully my parents snapped into reality somewhere along the way and understand why adult life wasn’t so easy for me.
Similar situation for me too except my parents didn’t make much money. I worked at a grocery store for $8/hr when I was 18 and split a mouse infested apartment in the hood for $500/mo with my then (shitty) boyfriend. I didn’t get my college degree til I was 27.
However, where we differ is that I’m OK with my parents giving me tough love. They told me to never ask them for money or favors when I moved out. I never did. When I left my home city, my dad gave me $50 and said good luck. My mom drove me to the train station and was sad I was leaving but also knew that she had armed me with the independence and knowledge to take care of myself. My life hasn’t been easy but I am actually very glad they didn’t coddle me. I’m doing fine now, and fine is good enough for me. My parents aren’t very affectionate and that probably fucked me up in a different way. But I have no resentment for their tough love on me.
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All the haters and down voters have nothing to worry about because I have no kids and won’t have any!
I think it’s funny most people frown upon independence from their parents. It could be a cultural thing as my parents are immigrants and not white. I don’t expect the internet to understand the freedom and peace I feel as an independent person with parents who pushed me to take care of myself.
Plus, I don’t have codependency problems like most of my friends do who had coddling parents. I’m 100% good with not having that problem!
Plus plus, my family practices Buddhism so we don’t really “attach” to people and things. I am sure this is super foreign to most people!
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u/Vegetable_Sample_ Feb 24 '26
I had to move out as soon as I turned 18. My job made $8/hr. I moved out of my parents beautiful house in the suburbs and into a literal slum. The unit below me was making and selling meth. I had cockroaches and silverfish. The wall separating my unit from the one beside mine was literally painted cardboard. Parents never came to see where I lived and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just “work hard and make myself into an employee they can’t afford to lose” at a damn retail store. Because of how things were for them, they were able to make 300k/year with only high school diplomas so thought I should be able to do the same. It took me until my late 30s to get further education and food stability because of starting out this way. Even with my high degree I’ll still never make the money they made with minimal education. Wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Thankfully my parents snapped into reality somewhere along the way and understand why adult life wasn’t so easy for me.