I got into a physical fight with my stepdad when i was 17. Moved in with my SO. I was not ready, but it was for the best. Living at home was toxic. I worked for my MIL for over 6 years afterwards.

I have a much better relationship with my mom now. &’ My stepdad and i are cordial towards each other. It took years for us to get to where we are now. They are actually gonna be living with us in a matter of a few weeks.

I left home at 22 the day I got married. I wasn’t forced out. They wanted to keep me around but we moved 1200 miles to my husbands hometown. I was completely ready to be out on my own

I moved out when I was 21. My Dad has married wife number two and she had five boys so it was time for me to go! I had a hard time because allergies kept me sick at her house. Turns out it was her tree! Anyway, after 5 months living with all of them, I found a live in caregiver job in Berkeley and never looked back. I made enough money to live on my own and attend school after that job experience so it wasn’t all bad. Challenging maybe, but definitely not the worst experience.

I was 19 they decided they wanted to move to NC and I didn’t want to go I had a job and was engaged and we both wanted to stay in NY so we got an apartment.

I moved out of my foster home as soon as I graduated high school (I turned 18 about a month later) I and stayed with some friends until I left for college in the fall. I was so tired of being in the system and I just wanted to get on with my life. I lived in a dorm, so I wasn’t entirely on my own. Thank god for that because even though it was better than where I was, I was still away from everything I’d ever known and I felt lost. I was really really busy in college, I got great grades, was a part of the party scene, I worked part time near campus as a waitress. I wasn’t ready emotionally, but I was so busy that I made my own routine and I was okay.

When I first left home I was 18 years old. I had met and started dating a man in the airforce and he lived in the next city. My mother was dating a man at the time I really could not stand and I decided I wasn't going to deal with him anymore. My boyfriend at the time was leaving for a weekend to go visit his family in the next city where he grew up(he was living about 20 minutes away from me at the time)and I asked if I could go with him and he said hell yeah so I went. Ended up staying there with his parents for 2 weeks and decided we were going to move back to the area since he was being stationed at the Niagara Falls Air Force base. I made an agreement with my mother that if I found a job I could live with him full time and I did. I really fucking regret ever breaking up with him like I literally hate myself for it

I left at 19. It was about 2 weeks after I gave birth to my oldest. My relationship with my parents was so unstable, I endured verbal abuse my entire life. The second I had my daughter and my mom came at me sideways with her in my arms, the decision was made. I called my now husband and started packing! Thankfully he had just moved into his new apartment and was wanting us to move in with him anyways.

I left at 22 years old my father didn't treat me like an adult. I just packed my stuff and left

I left home at 17 after I graduated high school. I had a good head on my shoulders and my parents were supportive. I never planed to go to college. And they were okay with that as long as I was able to support myself. My boyfriend and I left CT and moved to PA.

I left home about 6mths after I turned 21. I moved into an apartment with my, now dh,. My twin sister was having a baby and we shared a room so it was time for me to go. I didn’t go to college which I def regret but I had a great job at the time and I didn’t need to be certified, as a vet tech,. I was not forced out by my parents, they really didn’t want me to move out though. They didn’t care for him at the time but now 18 years later they obviously love him haha!!