Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more Reddit stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider, hit a like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. As I always say, it hugely helps out and let's crack on with today's story. Now today's story says parents booted me

out at 18 and left me homeless. Ten years later and they lost everything to 2020 bankruptcy. So they

broke into my home to squat while I was away. This is a rant story and I just need a place to vent this.

I don't want to reveal any details that would get me recognized,

especially by my parents if they happen to be on Reddit.

So please, no one asks for any details.

I don't already provide in this post.

I'm 30 male.

My parents didn't really want kids.

I was an only child and pretty much an accidental pregnancy from what relatives have told me, as my parents claimed that they were going

to be child free when they married. My childhood was initially good, but I think after I started

growing out of the cute and adorable phase, my parents were less inclined to spend time with me. They both worked and had their own business, that they started together. That business was their life, and I was always second fiddle to it. Any of the close members of family like my grandparents lived states away, and I barely knew anything

about them till I was an adult. So I had no other family around my entire childhood. I was

practically raised by TV and my school teachers. My own birthdays by the time I became a teenager

were often spent without my parents, as they'd give me some money and tell me to go

out and buy whatever I wanted. It was more or less the same with Christmas and sometimes even

back to school shopping. We wouldn't even have a Christmas tree after I turned 10. If it weren't for the

fact I convinced my parents to buy a fake one, I could build up and then take a part

later every year. If I were to describe my parents, think of them as those people who

always wear black, drink lots of wine and look down their noses at people. And the last I saw

of my parents, they looked and acted the same way, although my father was always wearing a toupee now.

When I turned 16, I asked my parents if I could work part-time for them and their business,

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