I moved out several times! The first time, I was about 16. My mom was pretty psycho and we didn't get along well. My bestfriend came from a strong Christian family. They moved me into their house. By almost 18, I moved back home because I missed my mom.

Then, at 18 I moved into a dorm at Bethany Bible college by Santa Cruz. I was going to major in Ministry. That didn't feel like freedom because they pretty much told you when you could take a crap there. I dropped out before the first semester ended because I realized it wasn't my forte.

I only lived back home for about a month and was itching for my own place. I was waitressing and not making much money.

I got this crappy trailer in the back of a house with furniture for $280 a month. I was happy as can be even though it was hard making ends meet.

Then I got pregnant. I moved back home and stayed with my mom through my entire pregnancy. I had Jaden when I was 19.

When I was almost 20, I got hired at the phone company and for the first time in my life was making decent money. I got my own apartment. That only lasted about 6 months before I got married. My husband was 13 years older then me so once again, I was far from independent.

I was married for one year, and divorced. So, guess what? I moved back home again. That time I was home for 2 weeks. lol. Couldn't stand my mom, so I got a house with a roomate. I still didn't feel independent because my ex had left me so much debt that I was always borrowing money from my roomate.

I lived in that house for about a year, and got debt free. Then Mike and I got a place together. We've owned this house for 3 years in April. For the first time ever, I really feel independent. It sucks. I want to be in highschool again.