{"id":18385,"date":"2012-02-15T16:42:28","date_gmt":"2012-02-15T21:42:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=18385"},"modified":"2012-02-15T16:42:28","modified_gmt":"2012-02-15T21:42:28","slug":"the-day-i-left-my-parents-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/the-day-i-left-my-parents-home\/","title":{"rendered":"The day I left my parent’s home"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/em>\"\"I left home when I was 18, like lots of kids do.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t wait until after I graduated.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t even wait until the end of the day.\u00a0 Rather I skipped school that morning and Kris Krehmeyer skipped also.\u00a0 As soon as my mom left for work, Kris and I piled my clothes into his little chartreuse Karmann Ghia and we dropped them off at Terry N\u2019s house and went back to school.\u00a0 Terry\u2019s mom had agreed to let me live with them while I finished up high school, and she\u2019d gotten us jobs with her at Sears, in the catalog phone sales center.<\/p>\n

While I was living at home in east Hialeah, my routine was to come right home from school and call my mom.\u00a0 She\u2019d give me instructions about things like bring the laundry in off the line and fold it, and what to take out for dinner.\u00a0 She worked for Western Union from 11:00am until 9:00pm.\u00a0 Mom would prepare dinner each morning, and I\u2019d heat it up at night for my dad and brother. But the night of my 18th birthday, it would be different.<\/p>\n

When I\u2019d moved everything out earlier that day, I left my mom a carefully written note.\u00a0 I simply explained that I was 18 and had a job and was going to finish high school.\u00a0 I had moved in with a girlfriend and her family and no she couldn\u2019t know who or where because I didn\u2019t want my dad to know.\u00a0 I just had enough of his control, no hard feelings, I just don\u2019t live here anymore.\u00a0 And that I\u2019d talk to her each day.\u00a0 I was in that teenage stage of \u201cI hate my father<\/em>\u201c.<\/p>\n

When I got home from school that day, I called mom at work as usual.\u00a0 I was going to not say anything and just let her find the note, but she knew something was up.\u00a0 I spilled the beans.\u00a0 I told her where the notes were (two notes, a second one in case Daddy found the first one and threw it away without telling her about it.)\u00a0 I told her what it said.\u00a0 She was quiet a moment but I knew immediately that it was okay.\u00a0 And she and I were close enough that she knew I\u2019d still talk to her and let her know what was going on with me.<\/p>\n

So while she wanted me to wait until after graduation, I didn\u2019t see the point in that.\u00a0 Heck, I wasn\u2019t even GOING to graduation\u2026 or prom.\u00a0 That just wasn\u2019t my scene.\u00a0 I had a job.\u00a0 She knew I was responsible.\u00a0 Heck, at 17 I\u2019d already paid off a personal loan from 13 year old Brian Pyke down the street for some car I bought just to lock things away in.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t even drive or have a license.\u00a0 So anyway, she was not too upset about me moving out, although she always called it \u201cwhen I ran away from home.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 She wished me happy birthday and that was the story of how I moved out of my parents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n

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