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 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.