What age did you leave home?

Does being left home alone count? Dad died right after I graduated highschool and my mom needed my help, she had never worked or even driven a car. About a year later she went to live with my grandmother and told me I could have the house, my mistake was never transferring title. When I was about 22 my sister came over and told me she and her husband and kid were moving in next weekend...because mom said they could, oh and mom was transferring title into their name.

That was it for me, I was out right quick.
 
I left home when my dad broke his hand in 3 places after hitting me . It was a common occurrence that worsened after puberty. I stayed with a friend for 3 days who lived just down the road until I found my own place and got a part time job. Staying at home wasn’t an option. It was beyond unhealthy. It was beyond toxic. It was horrific. I stayed in school and got a good education despite this. My parents were good providers though .
 
We got married December of my Senior year-I was 17. Graduated in June 5 months pregnant.Wouldn`t have done it any differently. Just got home this morning at 1am after a 13 hour drive to attend my 55th reunion-still a few of us that dated in high school and married young (the rest of them waited til after graduation though lol) Most of the divorced long ago though.

Our 17 year old granddaughter just moved out last week. Last of 5 kids and only girl. She just graduated in June. Moved in with her boyfriend who`s in college about 50 miles from home.They have been together for 3 years and he is a great kid-treats her like a queen. Her mom and dad did the same around her age-still happily married 32 years later-so I guess it`s a familial thing lol.
 
I gave mother a decade after Papa died. That decade was infernal. During it, I graduated with high honours, got a great job (to begin with lol!), then had my first solo trip to see if I could cope on my own. It was a resounding success.

Came back and after the tone of bricks, I decided it was time to leave my generosity wasn't appreciated. So, I found a flat for myself, made deposits and signed the lease. Two months later met hubby-to-be, cancelled lease, got money back. Rented a new place for our planned family after getting engaged and be able to plan our wedding quietly together.

I was 24, I had secondary diploma and two College certificates. Had my driver's licence, had my job, then had munchkins, retired early due to health problems and never looked back!
 
Left home at age 17, joined the U.S.Army. Signed my life away- enlisted for 3 years for 10 days training, ended up signing an "intent" to re-enlist for the Warrant Officers Advanced course. Of course, got the "all expenses paid vacation" in the beautiful Republic of Vietnam.
They say Vietnam today is stunningly beautiful
 
Does being left home alone count? Dad died right after I graduated highschool and my mom needed my help, she had never worked or even driven a car. About a year later she went to live with my grandmother and told me I could have the house, my mistake was never transferring title. When I was about 22 my sister came over and told me she and her husband and kid were moving in next weekend...because mom said they could, oh and mom was transferring title into their name.

That was it for me, I was out right quick.
Geeze, that's just terrible on all counts. I'm so sorry. And I'd say, yes that counted. But you were too young to realize the title transfer. Your mother and grandmother should have thought of that.
 
I left home when my dad broke his hand in 3 places after hitting me . It was a common occurrence that worsened after puberty. I stayed with a friend for 3 days who lived just down the road until I found my own place and got a part time job. Staying at home wasn’t an option. It was beyond unhealthy. It was beyond toxic. It was horrific. I stayed in school and got a good education despite this. My parents were good providers though .
I'm so sad for you reading this. I don't know what else to say.
 
I got married at 18 6 months after graduating from high school. My parents were great and I was in love and stupid so it wasn’t to get away from them.
 
I'm so sad for you reading this. I don't know what else to say.
That’s ok. No need to say anything. It is what it is and things could have always been worse. They weren’t crackheads or anything. If fact, my parents were very respected amongst their friends and peers which they had many. Like many, they had undiagnosed mental disorders. I even took care of them when they couldn’t take care of themselves any more , knowing full well that they had disinherited me and got them into a nursing home together which they seemed to like.
I even sang and played my saxophone there before leaving and haven’t seen them since.
Of course I wish things could have been different and I’m sure there were things I could have done better but I can’t change the past. It is what it is. I forgive them. It took a lot work but I do. Now I can actually appreciate their good qualities they had and there were many. I still cry whenever I think of them. Looking after them was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, but the thing I’m most proud of. It took a lot of growing up on my part.
 
while you were home ..?..or no ?
Strange, some things from the war years I remember well and some not. We had 4/5 bombs drop in a small area around us, and some flattened up to four houses each. The one to which I refer in fact hit the terraced house next door, which would have been just a few feet away. It came straight through the roof, the top floor ceiling, the top landing floor then second floor ceiling and the floor and finally ended up in the basement and never went off. We were in line from London, so I guess the Jerry bombers offloaded their bombs. Strange, however, I never remember any noise?
Then as posted before we went out and joined my Father in South Africa and Mauritius where he was eavesdropping on the German war machine.
 
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My mom got cancer when I was 13 and only lived about 3 months. About 2 months after she passed, my dad met a woman at a bar and decided to stay at her house in a neighboring town. What do you call it when the parents leave you? ā€Homeā€ is no more.

Anyway, I raised myself going forward and was lucky to have others (friends parents, teachers, older coworkers) to be pseudo-parents when I started going in the wrong direction.
 
You would know how to do this then?

I've never tied a fly. They were just too easy to buy. Also, most of my friends who were better fishermen than I, never use flies. They used spinners with fresh worms on the hook, and while I was out there artfully casting flies, they were busy catching fish. Eventually, a guy I worked with took me down to the river and taught me a few things, almost all of which revolved around knowing what flies to use and when the river would yield the best catch. It was a game changer, and then I started catching fish, usually cutthroat trout, and sometimes a rainbow.
 
I left home when I was eighteen after graduating from high school. Joined the Army then after that was up, I joined the Navy then after that was done, I joined the Army again. I didn't return back home on a permanent basis until I was twentyeight and things were much different in the family that when I left ten years before.
 
I graduated high school at 17, three months later I moved on-campus for college. Moved back home for a few months after graduating then moved out on my own.
 
I never did - always lived with my parents. Every time I made overtures about getting my own place, they put the kibosh on that quickly. I was told horror stories about what happened to girls that left home and, if I ever left home and got into trouble, I could never come back.
I'm intrigued by this @debodun. How did this make you feel? Were you resentful?
 


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