My toxic entitled father demands that I stay in his house and never move out,

claiming that I'm not ready to be an adult and live on my own,

despite the fact that I'm 20 years old,

because right now I feel so frustrated that I don't know what to do.

Here's what happened.

So I've been struggling financially ever since I became an adult due to unstable jobs,

unemployment, and random car repairs.

I've lived with my parents since I was 15

years old, so they feel that they need to raise me again since my grandparents did it incorrectly.

The problem is they are still treating me as if I'm a teenager that needs constant parental

control and supervision, even though I'm 20 years old. And it's really messing with my mental

health. When I was 19, I finally acquired a stable job

and a car, so I tried to move into my friend's house. My mom was okay with it as long as I am

happy and safe, but my dad absolutely freaked out. He told me I'm making a stupid decision and

that I will mess the whole family and my future over if I do this. And overall, he was just

trying his hardest to guilt trip me into thinking that I'm doing something wrong just by leaving. When I did pack up my most valuable stuff and leave, my dad begged me to come back home and to talk it out with him. He wanted me to work on the business he spent all his money on. I foolishly oblige, and when I came home, he spent three hours trying to talk me out of it,

and I just listened to him patiently. Then, when it was finally my turn to speak, I tried to remind him that I am a legal adult, even if I don't look like one, and I will be fine on my own. He wouldn't even let me get through two sentences before he interrupted me and started screaming. He said to me, No, that's childish.

You are foolish and childish.

You are not an adult.

Your frontal lobe isn't even fully demolished. interrupted me and started screaming. He said to me, no, that's childish. You are foolish and childish.

You are not an adult. Your frontal lobe isn't even fully developed. You can't make it on your own. This is in the 1950s. And when he said this, this really made me feel like garbage. And I knew he planned on using that dialogue, no matter what I tried to retort with. And neither of us were going to change our minds no matter what. Eventually, we made an agreement that I will pay a small amount of rent to my friends for a room in their house. But I would also spend half of my week in my parents' house and go back and forth from there. He used the business we started as an excuse to keep me there, always calling me and cutting my time short, demanding that I come home because there's work that needs to be done. I didn't want to ruin our relationship

because he spent a lot of money getting it started, but it hasn't really gone anywhere, even

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