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Anonymous wrote:God! These are horrific posts. My heart is hurting for all of you.

Really? This is the typical life of an immigrant. Next time tip them better or if you are in the position, offer them better pay!

I don't think so. PPs stories are typical "18 and you are out" stories of american families. immigrant families, whether you agree with their approach or not, usually stay together as long as they can to survive. Ask me how i know it.

I wasn't kicked out but, coming from an abusive home, I new I couldn't stay there.

I was fortunate enough to get a college scholarship and worked my butt off to make sure I wouldn't need to be reliant on my family after graduation. That added up to me spending about half my time trying to get good grades and the other half looking for a guy that could take care of me (because that's what my family of origin modeled, so that's what I knew). I also had a job for spending money. And no real time to have fun.

After college I moved in to a house with tons of roommates, paying $400 a month on rent (still can't believe how little that was). There were setbacks but I kept pushing. I remember not having money for furniture. Or clothing to wear to work. When grocery shopping, I'd only let myself buy bananas because they were the least expensive fruit.

Eventually landed a job as a consultant and things became easier from there. Now I live in a very nice neighborhood and we have what we need.

Effectively kicked out at 18. I fortunately had enough money from scholarships and my mom’s life insurance that college was doable with minimal work study and a few loans. I did go home a few times for Christmas but otherwise stayed with my sister and friends during breaks. I was travelling for most of the summers during college, funded by scholarships or teaching English. First couple of years out of college I supported myself fine with various jobs and low COL lifestyle (roommates etc). When I needed to get on my feet after college I stayed with my aunt a few months while I took the train into the city to temp as I looked for my first “real” job. A few years of that then a full ride to law school, and have been comfortably supporting myself ever since.

Elderly dad and stepmom now periodically beg for money. They can suck it!

Kicked out at 18. Took community college classes but couldn’t really go full-throttle in school until my parents income was no longer considered. Worked a lot of very demanding, thankless, low-wage jobs. Got married at 28 and my life circumstances changed for the better.

My parents were UMC but just couldn’t be bothered. Sad!

Anonymous wrote:God! These are horrific posts. My heart is hurting for all of you.

Really? This is the typical life of an immigrant. Next time tip them better or if you are in the position, offer them better pay!

Wow these are sad stories. Some people should not be parents. To those who have survived, hugs.

God! These are horrific posts. My heart is hurting for all of you.

When I moved out at 23 when I graduated from the local community college, I was paying my parents $600 a month, and paying for everything related to my car. While moving out was my choice, at one point when I asked my dad as a joke what if I didn't want to move out, he said they'd just keep raising and raising my rent until it was less expensive for me to live elsewhere.

I was lucky enough to go to college and could stay with grandparents/friends/other relatives when I couldn't stay at school. I worked 3 jobs (equal to full time work) while carrying 18 credit hours so that I could get through school as quickly as possible and minimize my debt. Between work and classes/HW, I had virtually no time to just kick back or party. It also wasn't great to have to rotate through people's homes. I was lucky that I was always welcomed but I could never shake the feeling that I was imposing. I joined Peace Corps right after graduation and, honestly, I lived better as a volunteer than I had as a college student. Although it wasn't an easy assignment, I never had to worry about housing or having enough money. I actually had free time! I had friends, I could travel, I could host people. It really helped me figure out what 'normal' was.

One of my older siblings couldn't make college work (for a variety of reasons) so he quit his 3rd year and spent the next 12 years in the military. Another older sibling was able to get an apprenticship and his boss/coworkers helped him get on his feet and stay there. My younger brother wasn't so lucky. Although my older brother with the apprenticship did all he could to help, my younger brother descended into addiction/vice and died at age 20.

Not really kicked out but home life was bad and it was made clear I wasn’t wanted there. As in “fine you can stay but there’s nothing for you here”.
Got through college, lived with friends and roommates on and off, got a small inheritance which helped me afford living with roommates, eventually got a stable job in a bigger city and moved away for good.

Rented a room and got a mediocre job for years.

Met someone years later and had 2 kids. Worked in the restaurant industry (No formal college degree) and made a decent living. Some years I worked two shifts per day and all holidays.

My kids went to college and are happily married.

I'm a grandpa now. Can't complaint!

I'm bumping the thread.

I left at 16. My younger siblings were told at 18 to get a job and support themselves. They weren’t kicked out but they had to pay their way. We all supported ourselves from a young age. Two of us had drug and alcohol issues (genetic on both sides of the family) but we’re functional addicts.

How are you doing now? Also, were you physically and mentally healthy?