I’m curious, as I never got that feeling, quite the opposite, actually. I can’t imagine living anywhere else at the moment, or in the foreseeable future. I love the house and the people who work here. I love the location. There are only my parents and me in a big place, so there’s a lot of privacy and room to breathe. Plus, my parents, for all their faults, are really cool people to hang out with.
Went to work at the same big box as mom as a teenager (15) for extra cash. Mom started having an obvious affair right in front of me. Well it wasn’t super obvious (I later learned I was good at observing behavior), but I told Dad. After that she no longer hid her hate for me, blamed me, etc. It was stressful to say the least. I ran away and stayed at a friend/old neighbors house for several months, because dad was a cream puff and it destroyed him, he couldn’t raise anything at that time. I tried going back at 16-17 but the rules were oppressive after living essentially on my own and working, and mom and her boyfriend hated me, so I found a older boyfriend to live with and never returned “home” as I felt like I was basically an adult. 🤦♀️
*15-16ish.