My senior year of highschool, I was 18… And working full time, had an apartment with roommates, and still went to high school.
I had known for years my time was limited living with my parents. When I lived with my dad, one morning he woke me up just to tell me I had maybe months before I had to get out because him and his wife (my step-mom) were going to be trying to have a kid and it was going in my room. Basically it was an eviction notice.
I can definitely say it wasn’t easy. Struggled a lot. At one point I’d accepted that I probably wasn’t going to live to 21. Yadda yadda, it’s been over 20 years and my family is bewildered why I don’t visit, or treat them like best friends.
My best friend’s parents were like this. Minute he turned 18 he was told to hit the road and they did nothing to support him. My family took him in for well over a year at one point; and yet once when I was down on my luck and his family let me stay with them, but after less than a week, during which I was the most polite and respectful person possible and worked my job every day and made sure to leave the place like I wasn’t even there at all, they decided I HAD to go, immediately. There’s no hate like Christian love I guess.
My senior year of highschool, I was 18… And working full time, had an apartment with roommates, and still went to high school.
I had known for years my time was limited living with my parents. When I lived with my dad, one morning he woke me up just to tell me I had maybe months before I had to get out because him and his wife (my step-mom) were going to be trying to have a kid and it was going in my room. Basically it was an eviction notice.
I can definitely say it wasn’t easy. Struggled a lot. At one point I’d accepted that I probably wasn’t going to live to 21. Yadda yadda, it’s been over 20 years and my family is bewildered why I don’t visit, or treat them like best friends.
My best friend’s parents were like this. Minute he turned 18 he was told to hit the road and they did nothing to support him. My family took him in for well over a year at one point; and yet once when I was down on my luck and his family let me stay with them, but after less than a week, during which I was the most polite and respectful person possible and worked my job every day and made sure to leave the place like I wasn’t even there at all, they decided I HAD to go, immediately. There’s no hate like Christian love I guess.