“Didn’t Like Having An Abomination Under Her Roof”: 30 Times Parents Kicked Their Kids Out

I left at 19 and my parents told all 4 of us girls that once we leave, we can never come back. And they’ve stuck to it. About 12 years ago my husband and I went through a rough patch and separated. I asked if me and our two children (they were 3 mo and 3 y/o at the time) could come stay and they told me no. I ended up staying with my aunt and uncle. My husband and I eventually mended things and i went back home but yeah, my kids know they will ALWAYS have a home to come to. I don’t care if they’re 15 or 50. Our door is always open to them ❤️.

For running away, sort of anyway, I used to live in a really small town so I had an hour bus ride to high school in a bigger town. Well, I missed a lot of school as my parents refused to drive me to school if I missed the bus. Yeah I could have gotten up earlier but I needed as much sleep as I could get, I basically raised my 5 younger siblings with a lot of help from my younger brother. That plus school and the process of having to deal with my adopted parents just sort of compounded into me grabbing my school stuff, looking my little brother in the eye and saying goodbye. I spent the next 3 hours walking to school, luckily I got picked up by an amazing lady from a nearby reserve. I got to school and everything was normal until the end of the day, my adoptive mother picked me up and dropped me off at the local police station. Told the officers I abused her and took advantage of the relationship and some other b******t. The cop was heartbroken by this situation, I could tell. He dropped me off an hour away in a much bigger cities drop-in center for homeless teenagers and such. I hate telling this story because it sounds so incredibly sad, and it was, but fear not anyone who actually read this far. Lucky for me a teacher who taught at the high school i went to was a foster parent and offered to take me in temporarily until I got back on my feet. Well, that's my mom now and I can't imagine life with out her guidance and wisdom. Life is fricken weird, yo.

My mother had been regularly beating me up ever since I could remember. And I don't mean a spanking. I mean with doorknobs, telephones and broken chairs. I was very close to my dad, even though he moved overseas, despite her efforts in trying to turn me against him and she didn't appreciate it.

She kicked me out because I didn't want to go to church. I was about 14 years old. She dragged me by my hair, threw me to the ground, put her knees on my ribs, forced her weight down on me and tried to suffocate me because I told her I wasn't going to church because I didn't believe in God.

Then after she convinced me to go because she beat the f**k out of me and I couldn't win, when I got in the car and she started driving, she began taking off her rings and bracelets and I realized she wasn't done beating me up. So I jumped out of the car, f****d myself up on the pavement, she backed up to tell me to get in the car again. I told her if she hit me one more time I would leave and she said "then leave" and drove off.

The thing is it was -32 outside. She expected me to be on her front lawn by the time she got back, but I wasn't. Mostly because she was delusional to think that I would when I was finally free from her and obviously because even if I was that type of kid to do that, it was -32 outside. I walked to my school because it was the only place I knew to go to, but it was closed. A young couple saw me in front of the school, beat up and crying and took me to a Youth Shelter. There I found out she broke two of my ribs and my wrist was broken from throwing myself off the car. She was a court judge, so a couple of weeks later I was randomly picked up on the street coming back from school by off duty police officers. They cuffed me, put me in the back of the car and drove me to a psychiatric ward. There I found out she told people I was lying about what happened to me and I did those things to myself. She wanted to intimidate me showing that "she was the boss" and no one would believe me because she was a "good christian" and a judge.

Thankfully though, I was discharged within within 5 days, because the psychiatrists didn't think I fit the diagnostic criteria for anything other than post traumatic stress disorder and agreed I should stay away from her. However, the social workers forced me to go to therapy because of the symptoms I was experiencing.

After that I spent most of my days afraid of walking the streets by myself because I thought she'd show up out of nowhere to beat me up. She even tried to have me arrested alleging that I tried to break into her house, when I couldn't even take the train that was headed towards her neighborhood without having a panic attack.

Anyway, that's what happened when she kicked me out. I haven't spoken to her in over 10 years and don't plan to and most importantly, do not miss her at all.

My mom said I'm welcome home anytime or free to leave. Whatever i do, she'll support me. She's an immigrant as well and thinks americans are a*s backward for kicking kids out at 18. Says, "That's why they end up dying alone in retirement homes.".

I have major depression that requires me to take medications to manage it. At the time though I was still undiagnosed and it was causing a strain on my dad's relationship with his new girlfriend (both thought that I was just trying to get attention or something). Eventually he told me that he didn't like me anymore and packed my belongings into a bag. The next couple years were pretty rough, in and out of the hospital because of the depression and an attempted s*****e. Tried to support myself but I couldn't work. Ended up house sitting a Hell's Angels grow op as a last resort to keep myself off the streets. Took a long time but eventually I managed to get enough stability that I could start building a life for myself.

Things are good now though. I put myself through university, got three degrees and now I have a career doing what I love.

My parents are Jehovah's Witnesses and found out I had a girlfriend that wasn't in the cult and that's a huge deal to them. I got kicked out at the very beginning of my senior year of high school at 17 years old. It all happened at the perfect time actually because they weren't going to let me go to college, but now I am. I'm an engineering student at Penn State these days!

Got kicked out at 19 for coming home drunk all the time. My dad said he wouldn't support me while I destroyed myself. I hated him at the time but looking back I see how f*****g stupid I was.

My kids are always welcome in my home, no matter how old they become!!

My dad married a woman who wasn't fond of him having kids. Gold digger type. I was 16 years old at the time. They told my sister and I that they were going to move away and it was time for us to grow up. They disappeared and I didn't talk to them for years. Recently started talking again and all is forgiven. Also, I turned out pretty well for a kid alone at 16 and I owe every bit of what I have to the teachers in highschool that took me in, paid for field trips, and never let me quit.

Edit: This has gotten a lot of attention, I appreciate all the kind words. If you grew up with great parents, please take a moment out of your day and tell them that you love them and you appreciate them.

My 33yo son is still at home. WFH and is saving up to buy a van to travel. He pays us nothing, but when I got out of the hospital, he waited on me like a champ.

I was kicked out of home so many times from the ages of about 14 onwards. My mother was a narcissist and I believe she honestly enjoyed seeing me in pain. She also enjoyed playing the whole "oh no my daughter has run away again" card even though I never ran away.
I was crashing at a friend's house while in the middle of my high school certificate and she went to our principal and cried saying that I ran away and she felt helpless! But in reality, she kicked me out for no reason and I still have no idea why.
I wasn't a bad kid. I had depression etc, but that was due to the abuse I went through. I was always terrified of what she would do next.
When I had my son at 19, she also kicked us out in the middle of winter with no where to go and I was stuck at a bus stop freezing with a baby. We hadn't even had a fight or anything. She just randomly decided I need to get out.
She was just a cruel person and doesn't deserve to be called my "mum".
She did tonnes of cruel things over the years...I could go on and on but I won't. She is no longer in my life now though...it's better that way.

I came out of the closet to my mom(Divorced parents, had already told my dad, moved in with my mom for a few weeks to keep her company when her mother died), she didn't like having an abomination under her roof. Suits me well, I already had an apartment waiting for me to just say yes.

It happened quite a few times. My mother cared more about her relationship with her second husband and their daughter that it was always my fault when anything happened in the house. The one that really sticks out to me is when I was already doing my own thing, about to wash my laundry, and thr laundry equipment was in the basement. My stepdad tried to push me down the stairs. So I dropped.my laundry basket in the kitchen and watched it go down the stairs. He tried to.push me again when I didn't fall. I was 14, 5'5" and 200 pounds of anger and hate for this man who's spent 7 of my 14 years abusing me I'm every way he could. So I let the rage out and grabbed a 10" Wusthof.chef's knife off the fridge and was about 10 seconds away from a self defensive.m****r when my mother walks into the kitchen, just getting home from work. She then screams at me and tell me to get out. So I went to stay with my dad, who just didn't really want to spend time with his kids, especially the one from the failed first marriage. So I stayed with his parents for a few weeks.

Same stepdad, at 16, made.me wash all the dishes from the week. Then rewash them again because they didn't suit him. So I did. At this point I've been washing dishes for 3 hours, it's an hour past my "bed time" and he then throws them on the floor and says they still don't suit him. Tells me to wash them again, I said, "if you don't like the way they're done do it yourself." That got me a 12 inch Calphalon non-stick skillet smacked into my head. That's when my mom finally arrived home from her college classes to hear.me screaming about how I should have k****d myself years ago because obviously no one wants me around. That didn't exactly get.me kicked out. It got me 3 times a week anger management for a few months. The psychologists never thought I had an anger problem or anything of the sort. I was pretty obviously dealing with depression.

F**k "family." The ties that bind us are love and respect, not blood and genetics.

I served with two guys who were kicked out at 18. One turned 18 3 months before graduating high school and was kicked out. He lived with his aunt till he left for the military. Another left to the military at 17 and turned 18 while serving. Both never returned home turning their time in the military. They have only gone back 2 and 3 times since, and this was 24 years ago. They hate their parents and don't let their kids anywhere near them.

(Almost) straight A student. Lots of friends. Always did my chores. Dad was (is) and alcoholic, not so much that he would drink all the time, but when he would drink he got drunk. Well I was taking a couple ap classes. In one of them I had a 72 (still an A because of the curve, of which I was on the higher end). Got a 69 on a test, which brought my grade down do a 69 (still an A at this point). However the problem is that it doesn't show that curve until the end of the semester, so according to the online grading message service my dad had, I had an f in the class. Tried explaining the curve to him over dinner, when he was drunk, and it ended up with him kicking me out.

I'm doing great now, but that's because I worked hard and made smart decisions afterwards. Moral of the story is, don't jump to conclusions and listen to your kids.

When I was 15 my best friend at the time was "trouble" as my mother put it. She turned up at our door in tears one night, her a*****e step dad had kicked her out and she had nowhere to go, she had walked about 5 miles in the freezing cold and pitch black to get to my house. My mother said no. I was absolutely shocked! I couldn't believe she would leave a young girl out on the street like that. I couldn't face leaving her alone so I said I would go with her and find her somewhere to stay. My Mum said "if you walk out now don't bother coming back". I went, she took my key and my bags were packed and on the doorstep the next morning. We were homeless together, sofa surfing and staying in hostels for over a month, I was still attending school as much as I could but it was really f*****g hard. We're on better terms now but I still haven't really gotten over it. I have a child now and I can't imagine ever doing that.
Obviously my side is a little biased, may I add for context that I was an absolute little s**t!

My family is from Argentina, I was born in the United States. I lived CA and FL and both places I had friends growing up that were charged rent or kicked out because they didn’t want to pay rent. I’ll get downvoted for this but I’m talking strictly from observational experience, it was only my white friends whose parents were charging them rent.

When I moved out because I wanted to my mom cried, in Argentina it’s common to only move out when you are ready to have a family of your own.

I don’t understand how parents can charge their kids rent. It’s one thing if it’s a small amount to teach them financial responsibility but I’m not talking about that. In my theory I think it’s financially motivated because mom and dad got too comfortable with the credit card, racked up debt and want to justify shaking their kid down for money.

I was bi, they were Catholic.

I was also adopted, so they didn't want my demons to infect their 'real' daughter.

They tried to send me back after they had her.

A week after my 17th birthday, they kicked me out when I wanted to study sciences and maths instead of the 'proper' things for girls, like nursery nurse etc.

Most of us don’t 🤷🏼‍♀️. My 20 and 18 year old sons live at home still, and likely will through college, and potentially longer based on the job and housing market. The same was true for both myself and my partner when we were younger. I didn’t move out of my childhood house until I moved in with my husband actually.

Well I wasn't quite a kid. But a couple months after I graduated high school, despite having epilepsy, I thought it was a good idea to try shrooms. Long story short, ended up in the hospital having seizures. I was then kicked out and lived in my car for a couple months before some friends took me in. Took me 6 months and 5 different people letting me couch hop or stay with them to get on my feet and get my life going. In hindsight I guess getting kicked out forced me to grow up.