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Truth? It all depends on the parents.
My folks when we all lived here together were kinda difficult.
My dad was fine, other than occasionally swinging dick to having remind everyone he was paying the bills (despite refusing to cash any checks given to him, and outright shoving cash back in pockets).
But my mom, who living here post divorce was a fucking nightmare lol. I love my mom, she can be an amazing person. But she is a horrible housemate. Like one of the kind you want to bury in the yard.
It wasn't ever intended to be long term though. I moved back after deciding I fucking hated living in the city. My and my best friend were roomies there, and it was great, but city life ain't for me. Commuting was actually better, and I fucking hate traffic.
I'm talking about finding a place back in town, one Sunday at my grandparents were everyone would get together on Sundays. My sister speaks up and suggests I move back in while we're looking. My dad is okay with it, my mom was grumpy, but shrugged.
So me and my buddy move in. Shit happens, my mom moves out to take care of her aunt (my great aunt that we all loved) so things get chill. My dad likes having me and my buddy around because we handle shit, and he had to travel a lot for work. So we end up just never moving out.
My dad runs into an mlm scam and fell deep. So, instead of letting the house go into foreclosure, we bought it. Before that, my sister bails because. Because why? She's given ten answers over the years, but I think it was me telling her to either shit or get off the pot when we were all scrambling after my dad confessed how far he had fallen for the scam. The first plan was just for him up suck it up and take help for once in his life, but that meant my sister paying her share too.
Anyway, point is that we bought the place. My buddy got married and moved out with his husband (who lived here a while too lol), we did some paperwork shuffling and I bought out his part.
My dad after the debacle stopped swinging dick about anything. We're friends now as well as father and son. So it's fucking great overall. He's secure in housing because ain't no way in hell me or my buddy will let him go homeless. We get along better than ever, and he gets to play papaw to my kid.
My mom is great now that we don't have to live together. We can enjoy each other's company, or not, according to our mutual needs.
If I have my way, my kid will live here as long as they want. Any grandkids can too. Ngl, I'm set in my ways a bit, so I don't see it being a forever thing, but I say fuck the idea that you have to leave family just because. Fuck that noise. Do what works for the people involved.
That was a nice read. Thanks for writing it.