“I’m 32 years old and I don’t think about moving out of my parents’ house. Although living with them under one roof is a nightmare.”

This is not entirely true, because I contribute to all the bills, do the grocery shopping, buy household chemicals, pay for plumber visits, etc. We simply share the costs. However, my parents apparently figured that since I didn’t live alone, I was still 17 years old. And they think they can lecture me like a little girl and constantly criticize my lifestyle and my choices. And I’m 32 years old. And although it all sounds bad, at the moment I don’t think about moving out of my parents’ house. Although living with them under one roof is a nightmare.

Let me clarify: it’s not about the party lifestyle. I don’t party, I don’t turn on all the lights in the house at night, ‘rolling’ to the bathroom. Every morning I spend about 20 minutes on yoga before I start work and I go for a quick walk with my dog. I work remotely, so I lock myself in my room. I often have to connect to video meetings. My mother is retired, so she is home every day.

Even though I’ve told her a billion times not to come into my room when I’m connected, it’s like hitting a wall. Even if she wanted to tell me something important, I can understand. But she says, for example, that one of her sisters called her and starts gossiping about our family. Or, for example, I must go to the post office RIGHT NOW to pick up the parcel, because she has put potatoes in the oven and has to keep an eye on them.

Living with parents at the age of 30. “Mom interferes with my conversations with my friends”

She doesn’t even realize that someone can work from home. “What kind of job is it that you sit in front of the computer all the time and you can’t seem to break away even for a moment?” – I hear. That’s one thing. The second is cooking. I am a vegetarian and I cook for myself. Of course, I always offer it to my parents, but they prefer meat dishes. They know perfectly well that I don’t eat meat, but they just don’t accept it. Every time my mother cooks, she drills a hole in my stomach so that I can eat with them or “at least take them to my room.” Politely, although I firmly refuse, I then roll my eyes and ostentatiously lament “people are starving, and I’ve cooked myself and now who will eat it? I’ll have to throw it away…”. I can’t listen to it anymore.

Of course, wherever I go, whoever I talk to on the phone, the comments are immediate. And why did I dress like that, I look terrible, it doesn’t suit me, “and why did you answer him like that?” – it’s on the agenda. My mother interferes in my conversations with friends, even people from work. Dad also likes to criticize himself. That I have a crappy job, that I earn so little, that I already have two children at my age, etc.

I partly want to complain and partly show that I’m in a trap and I didn’t choose to live with my parents just for convenience and comfort, which many people could accuse me of. Besides, I’m not the only one in this situation. Many friends my age also had to move back in with their parents because the rent costs simply overwhelmed them. I am one of these people. I moved in with my parents when I broke up with my boyfriend. We lived together before. Of course I don’t like this situation. Do I want to change it? Very. I just don’t know how for now. I want to fight for a raise. However, I am afraid that the situation on the housing market will not improve quickly.

Lena.

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