Wow, this thread really touches a slew of chords with me.
My parents refused to contribute anything to my college so I had to live at home and go to CUNY. They charged me rent and as a result I had to work and take out student loans; it took me an extra year to graduate because I got sick and had no health insurance and couldn’t go to school or work. Like the poster earlier, I had no relationship with my parents as a result. I didn’t see them for 10 years before they died and I didn’t shed a tear for either of them. I moved out 2 years after I finished law school and never looked back.
My H lived at home until we married. His dad died and his mom worked as a live in nurse and was only home on weekends. We lived with his mom again after our D was born and we were fixing up our first home and again 6 years later when we sold that house and were fixing up our current home. Now, my MIL, who is almost 92, wants to come live with us.
Right now, my oldest son lives at home. He didn’t graduate college and began working for the PO a few months ago. At first, I was upset when he moved back home but I am now very grateful for the relationship that has developed between him and my youngest son, who is almost 9 years younger. When my oldest moved out, the youngest was about 11 and they had nothing in common. Now, the older is teaching the younger to drive, they’ve discovered they have common interests in music, video games and other things. I no longer feel like they will drift apart and have nothing to do with each other when H and I are gone. He’s also deepened his relationship with my 20 year old son; they were always close but are even closer now. The 20 year old is a homebody who attends cc and has been voted most likely to stay in this town as an adult. My D won’t ever move home and I have a feeling that my 21 year old son won’t, either.
In addition, we have been known to take in “lost boys.” Four years ago, my two middle boys told us about a friend of theirs who lived with his aunt and uncle in town. The day after HS graduation, they threw him out and he was living in what my boys said was a “skeevy dive.” H went over to check it out and came home with the boy in tow. H said the man who rented the kid a room was one step above a pedophile and he couldn’t leave a teenaged boy with him. The young man lived with us for 2 years, working and saving his money to get his own place. He didn’t go to college, wasn’t raised in a family that supported education and didn’t have an expectation of it. Then, for about 6 months, we had the son of friends who downsized and moved out of state when he went away to college. His sister lived around the corner with their aunt and uncle but they didn’t have room for him and, being childless, weren’t used to a great galoot of a boy (6’5") hanging around. He eventually went to his parents but now lives in upstate NY working. We had another friend of the boys here for a few months. Parents had a nasty divorce in which they completely forgot about their kids and moved out of town. He stayed with us to finish HS and first year of college. Now, we have a friend of oldest son’s whose parents also moved out of state. He is helping us to fix up a bungalow we own and when that’s done, we will let him live there for utilities only. I can hardly toss my own kids out when we are constantly taking in strays.
At some point, though, I want to downsize and move to that bungalow.