"am_Unition, what are you doing?" "Making cinnamon rolls." "But it's after 10 pm. The kitchen is closed." "Why is the kitchen closed?" "Because it wakes us up when you're in here making noise." "Well, why don't you close your door? I closed it for you a couple nights ago." "Yes, I remember, and we don't like that. We like to know what's going on in the house." "What's going on is that I was trying to eat, but now... fuck you guys, I'm out." I packed up the essentials and left that night, stayed with a coworker for a few months while I scraped together a couple roommates to rent a place with. It wouldn't have helped if I'd payed rent to my parents, either. That was all five years ago. No regrets. And you won't regret this either.I've also become convinced it's simply not possible to have an adult relationship with your parents while you are living in their house.
Their shoes could be left under the table, in front of the couch, and so on - for a while dad had a line of shoes about 2 ft in front of the couch - but god if I left my laptop out on a table with dad's laptop, guess who would find it with a pair of shoes on top and the cord unplugged on top as well? Or "put away" in my room for me. I mean, I get it, after being parents for so long you're used to being the dominating force in the house, and yes you own the house and yes you have every right to fall asleep on the couch every night but tell me I should be going to bed if it's 11ish, but it is absolutely child treatment. My mom smelled pot on me once and didn't yell at me and I think that was a proud moment for her of her being an adult and letting me make my own choices and recognizing they weren't the same as hers and I wasn't doing it in her house etc. Like, I think she thinks about that moment and is like "We have a real adult relationship! I let _ref_ do things I don't necessarily like! I am not a nag!" when really it's like, sure, you let one 'big' thing go when every single little thing is still CHILD/PARENT full force. I came back after moving out this past weekend to pick up remaining things. My parents chose to use this as an opportunity to begin a (short) conversation like thus: "You owe us rent for the last month, because you didn't move out when we thought you were going to. When are we going to see that? Also, you owe us $50 more because you used that $50 credit that has been sitting on a store account for 5 years because we literally never go to that store," (yes, we had discussed me using that $50 before I used it, and it'd been fine at the time) "because we decided that this summer, we are finally going to go there and use it. We'd like cash?" That was how they began. We don't need to go into how I told them I was moving mid-month and I moved out the 20th; we don't need to go into how they asked me to stay until my brother left because they knew he'd be bored. We don't need to go into how my parents are never going to go to that store and no, they don't deserve $50 cash and yes, if they bring it up again I'm going to offer to give them a credit on their account so they can use it when they get there. What just really makes me seethe is there was no "Hey, so, we were thinking, you did stay with us for half of May. Do you think you could give us half the rent money? We understand that you just moved and maybe don't have an extra few hundred in your budget right now, so let's talk about how we can work something out." There was no rational, adult discussion that you would have with someone who you wanted to see your side and have a good conflict management experience with. There was just, "We decided you owe us this, pay up stat." I said it would've been nice if we could have a negotiation or something. My dad said "OK, you owe us 2*$xxx. How's that for a negotiation?" I don't live there and they can't make me pay shit. I said "All righty then" and walked away to get the things I'd come to get. We chatted a little more before I left. They didn't bring up the money again - then. We'll see how it goes when they do. But it's kind of fucking bullshit. It's especially bullshit they are doing this to me after I have moved out. I feel a little extorted.
Just be like, "Hey guys, can't wait to get that $50 back after you die". No, wait, don't say that unless you're caught in a nuke strike that they called in. That pot story is something straight out of my late teenage years. It happened just like that, verbatim. I hadn't analyzed it as thoroughly as you did, so thanks for tying up those loose ends. I'm terrified at the prospect of someone as fallible as me parenting. Birth control is definitely one of my favorite things.