This happen several years ago. When I was 16/17 my parents just kind of gave up parenting. They supplied housing and food. That was about it. They did take my brother and sister to school but for the most part I found my own way to anywhere. I worked full time and went to school full time. I bought my own clothes and food and pretty much supported myself since I turned 16.

My mom and i had a very strained relationship. She worked a lot and when she wasnt working she spent her time in her room or in her garden. She was just kinda... there but not there.

My dad always had odd jobs. He was around a lot and I had an okay relationship with him at that time but he has became a very angry bitter person.

When I got my first menstrual cycle my mom told me it was because of Eve and retold me the story about how she betrayed God and now we are doomed to have a monthly. That was it. No sex education. No talk about birth control nothing. I didnt even know she was religious. I learned a lot from friends but was pretty modest but I was a teen. I had a long time boyfriend I ended up pregnant with and miscarrying by myself (we broke up before i found out). I didnt go to the doctor I was just a few weeks so i was able to pass everything myself. That was right before i turned 17. I was devastated but even to this day my parents dont know.

I met my husband about 4 months later and quickly fell head over heels with him. He was my second partner. We were engaged about 3 months in. Right after I turned 18 I found myself pregnant again. My moms response was "you should have told me you were having sex I would have gotten you on the pill" well i couldn't do that because sex was such a taboo subject in our house.

I was still in highschool because I wasnt a very good student. However I was at a new school and my dad who wasnt working at the time started to give me rides to school. (I didnt have a drivers license because that wasnt my parents responsibility) My husband worked hard. He got an apartment and the plan was for me to stay at my parents so my dad can take me to and from school. I stayed with him on the weekends and planned on moving in completely when school let out for the summer. My parents my husband and I were all on the same page with it. I shared a room with my younger sister. I have since she was born. She was fully aware of the plan.

I spent a weekend with my husband at our apartment. We unpacked some stuff and were trying to make it a home. I think I even went to work that weekend. Overall it was a good weekend. When I returned to my parents that Sunday night my parents were just watching TV in their room. So I walked to the back of the house towards my room and i find most (she kept what she wanted) of my things boxed up and stack haphazardly in the dining room right outside my bedroom door. There was a fancy new lock on the room.

I went to my parents to ask what the fuck I had school in the morning and had no idea where my backpack was. My mom said "well you are moving out arent you?"

I called my husband and told him. Luckily our apartment wasnt far and he came and picked me up. I cried so much. I always felt like a burden to my parents especially my mom. But them allowing my sister to just kick me out like that hurt me so fucking much.

9 years later I'm still with my husband we have two amazing kids and I have very little contact with my mom or my sister.

My mom also repeatedly tells me I should have came to her when I started having sex. Yea right I was terrified of talking to either of them about sex.

Unfortunately I have to live with my dad until I can pay for my utilities to be turn back on after my husband had got laid off. My mom skipped state and left my dad about 2 years ago. Fortunately my sister isn't here to kick us out... again....

That is the story on how I was kicked out of my parents house by my younger sister.