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no i will never move out im too dedicated to neeting to ever afford modern rents, dont see the point of moving out anyway
i actually do and i discovered that in my early twenties before that i did have small groups of friends it sucked , the best was when i d be alone with just one true friend that i trust but besides that being alone is the thing that makes me the happiest.
I'm 30 very soon and live with my mom, I sleep in the same room as when I was 8
I'm autistic and will need to move out soon during the week because of a new job.
2026 will be the worst year of my life, until now at least. 2027 hopefully better, hopefully can do a remote job.
I'm autistic and will need to move out soon during the week because of a new job.
2026 will be the worst year of my life, until now at least. 2027 hopefully better, hopefully can do a remote job.
It makes me more susceptible for addiction, I hate that aspect. When i lived with parents, at least I wouldnt go all out with alcohol binges etc
I did for a while. It was heaven.
I don’t live alone, but it probably wouldn’t
feel much different to how I live now. I’m still pretty isolated.
feel much different to how I live now. I’m still pretty isolated.
It's ok. Has it's ups and downs.
Yes. I would kill myself if I needed to live with someone else.
Im still at my parents but I will move to stay alone in the near future, even if I will struggle to afford it. But that’s a dream for me, I love loneliness, I like interacting with brocels online but that’s it, silence and loneliness are the only things that can make you in control of your life being what we are
i still live with my family but after im done university i will probably get a house on my own and get some pets, i like spending most my time alone anyways cause no one can tell me what do is boring or lame or whatever else they would like to say
I want pure solitude and silence
I want to live alone but then I realized I dont know what I do alone other than study and play games.
Luckily my dad bought me a small apartment. My uncle said that I can live on the third floor of his house when I get a wife LOL.
Getting a beer with that one friend you trust are some of the best memories for me. More than 3 people hanging out and it starts to feel like a chore
I was living alone since my Dad died in 1995.
Back then, I thought I'd go crazy from loneliness. Most of my friends had gone into the military. All of my neighbors were pricks even before that, yet somehow managed to become prickier just because they knew I was by myself now.
I tried getting into CB radio. That was a bust.
A year or two later, I got my first PC. I discovered the early internet. It was dial-up. So if you wanted to see a picture, you had to wait 20 minutes for it to form, line by line, on your monitor.
I used to play this game where I would type in ass-pulled URLs, just to see what would come up. (Not something I'd advise doing today)
But I discovered all sorts of chatrooms. Talked with people from around the world. Some celebs, too.
Most of the time, I didn't even pay for internet service. There were a lot of companies that would give you a 30-day trial. When one ended, I'd just jump to the next one.
Since that time, I bought better PCs. Was finally able to afford high-speed internet. Made a lot of online friends whose faces I've never seen to this day. I liked dealing with people electronically. If they were kind folk, I'd enjoy chatting with them. If they were nasty, I could easily dismiss them. This was better than face-to-face!
Then I started getting letters and phone calls from my elderly widowed aunt. For months she tried talking me into crossing the country and moving in with her. "You have no one, I have no one. It's a shame we don't take care of each other!" I kept turning her down because I got used to the single life, and calling all the shots at my home. I went through Hell with my aging Dad, and I really didn't want to go through that again. But she was persistent and finally wore me down. I gave up my independence and went to live with her.
STILL the biggest mistake I ever made in my adult life.
Back then, I thought I'd go crazy from loneliness. Most of my friends had gone into the military. All of my neighbors were pricks even before that, yet somehow managed to become prickier just because they knew I was by myself now.
I tried getting into CB radio. That was a bust.
A year or two later, I got my first PC. I discovered the early internet. It was dial-up. So if you wanted to see a picture, you had to wait 20 minutes for it to form, line by line, on your monitor.
I used to play this game where I would type in ass-pulled URLs, just to see what would come up. (Not something I'd advise doing today)
But I discovered all sorts of chatrooms. Talked with people from around the world. Some celebs, too.
Most of the time, I didn't even pay for internet service. There were a lot of companies that would give you a 30-day trial. When one ended, I'd just jump to the next one.
Since that time, I bought better PCs. Was finally able to afford high-speed internet. Made a lot of online friends whose faces I've never seen to this day. I liked dealing with people electronically. If they were kind folk, I'd enjoy chatting with them. If they were nasty, I could easily dismiss them. This was better than face-to-face!
Then I started getting letters and phone calls from my elderly widowed aunt. For months she tried talking me into crossing the country and moving in with her. "You have no one, I have no one. It's a shame we don't take care of each other!" I kept turning her down because I got used to the single life, and calling all the shots at my home. I went through Hell with my aging Dad, and I really didn't want to go through that again. But she was persistent and finally wore me down. I gave up my independence and went to live with her.
STILL the biggest mistake I ever made in my adult life.
Brutal. I've had TWO aunts try similar shit with me, one was a cunt I laughed at but one I almost fell for because she had decent money and was cool enough with me. But, better sense came to me and I blew her off. It would have ended HORRIBLY if I did.
I live alone pooping my pants during this nonstop cold weather deep freeze. Cannot bathe, frozen toilet, no laundry and no to doing dishes.
All pipes and drains frozen solid. I would rent a motel room to cleanup my body stink but none nearby. A bad back ache so cannot azz wipe.
All I can do is change to clean underwear for now.
Property Tax and other bills are due in 3-days. I do have enough bottled water to heat for washing myself only once before the bills are due.
Sitting in poo is no fun.
All pipes and drains frozen solid. I would rent a motel room to cleanup my body stink but none nearby. A bad back ache so cannot azz wipe.
All I can do is change to clean underwear for now.
Property Tax and other bills are due in 3-days. I do have enough bottled water to heat for washing myself only once before the bills are due.
Sitting in poo is no fun.
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Yes, it's the only way to go
Doesn’t it feel suffocating at night when you’re alone with no family around?
Why was it the biggest mistake and why can’t you move out now?
Yes, love playing with my dick whenever I want. The sense of total freedom is unbeatable. Around people I always feel restricted.
yes all the fruits and veggies i could ever want
i have my parents , we talk to each other a little bit but that s it i could live completely alone
This was back in 2014. She made a verbal agreement with me that I would help her to sell her house and help her to move to my part of the country. We would go house hunting together upon return, she'd buy a house that would suit us both (she was the one who had the money for this, I didn't)...and leave it to me when she died. (She never had any kids.)
Understand, she never lied to me as a kid. Not that I could catch, anyway. My instincts were telling me this was too good to be true. That this was a desperate woman who would say anything to trap me in her house. She never gave me any cause to doubt her word before. Why should I doubt her now? It would be unfair and insulting to her to call her a liar. I had no proof that she was one. And suppose she meant every word she said? I'd be the biggest fool in the world to spit on a once-in-a-lifetime offer like this. So I gave her the benefit of the doubt. And I gave up a nice apartment that was cheap, roomy, and a short walk away from everything I needed, groceries, work, you name it. Great neighbors, too.
I will never be that happy again in my life, because of that lying hag.
So I give word to the apartment manager that I'm not renewing my lease; I'm going to live with my sweet lil ol auntie in Florida. So I put most of my stuff into storage, and the day is coming fast when I will have to vacate. THIS is when I start getting the silent treatment from her. She's not returning my calls, not answering my letters. For all I know at this moment, she died, and I'm suddenly homeless.
But I have no choice but to stick to the plan. I put my barest necessities in the car and began my three-day drive. I never made a journey of this length, alone, before and it scared me shitless. A thousand things could have gone horribly wrong. But I made it to her doorstep, miraculously, safe and sound.
Her greeting for a nephew she hadn't seen for so many years was incredibly cold. Why didn't she stay in contact with me during the critical moments? Ah, she was sick and couldn't be bothered.
At first, she tells me to make myself at home. But then, little by little, she started in on me with her little passive-aggressive complaints. Always pushing the envelope every day to see how much further she could get away with shoving her shit down my throat. She never fed me. I had to get meals on my own. Which means I had to get a job, because she never spent a penny on me. In a state that I had no work history in, and knew nobody -- and it had a sickeningly high unemployment rate even with the people born and raised there. Plus I did not have my work history papers with me. Those were in storage back home because I hadn't expected to be trapped here, indefinitely. My savings were getting burned up at an alarming rate.
Every time I reminded her of her promise to me, she just waved me off.
"I changed my mind. Another move is going to kill me. I'm staying right here."
Well. Thank you oh so much for letting me in on that, finally. Of course, it was NOT a case of "changed my mind." She just lied to me. Pure and simple.
And despite all the chores that I was doing for her, without complaint, she decides one day that I should be paying her for room and board. This bitch was getting two pensions AND social security every month! I tell her I'm barely making enough in temp jobs to feed myself and pay the rent on all my stuff in storage, back home. If I miss a payment, they'll auction off everything I own!
"Good," she says. "It's all just junk, anyway."
This was the beginning of two years of pure Hell, for me. I could fill a book about how many different ways that hag crapped on my head and got away with it. It was only pure luck that I was finally able to get out from under her thumb and go home. Because I never believed I would ever need any kind of escape hatch from my dear sweet lil ol auntie.
I vowed I would write a book detailing what that "harmless" old woman did to me, and further, tried to do. I've started on it. I'm going to make it available for free online, when I'm done. If it prevents even just one person from having to go through what she put me through, it is time well spent.
If you take away anything from my story, it should be this. Until you live with someone, you do NOT know that person. Period. And old women are not as harmless as they make themselves out to be. They've had a whole lifetime to perfect how to be an asshole and suffer no consequences about it. It kinda gives them a fun hobby to amuse themselves until they croak.
Wow! Man, thanks for sharing all of that. I’m definitely gonna read this again. I am sorry this happened to you. Perhaps the cold way she greeted you should have been a red flag? But man you’re such a good good human being, I think. Many people wouldn’t go through all of that for their parents, let alone their aunts. And yes, some old people have had a lifetime to perfect their manipulation skills. Man, I hope you’re doing better now. Where are you living now? And what happened with your aunt?
I appreciate that. I've been back in my hometown since 2016. After two years of her telling me to do stuff for her, or else "out you go." (She didn't need to threaten me. I never refused her orders. She just liked reminding me that she owned the roof over my head, and that she could, at any time, kick me "back to the curb, where I rescued you from.") Whatever plans she made no longer included me, so she made good on her threat of calling the police and telling them that I was "beating and choking" her. They came, and lucky for me, didn't swallow her bullshit. She didn't look beaten or choked, and they got an earful of her attitude. But they told me, "Bottom line, it's her house, and she doesn't want you in it. You'll have to leave."
She didn't live in the same world as everyone else, inside her head. It was similar, but in her world, anything she didn't like was a lie, anything she liked was the truth. Let that sink in. Until I saw it with my own eyes, I would never have believed a person could survive for long doing this. But she did. And she was stubborn about it. As long as you lived in her world, you were fine. However long that lasted. But if she got the inkling that you lived in the real world, that's when she'd bare her dentures at you. I had plenty of opportunity to watch her treatment of others, too. This was a regular thing with her.
Looking back, I figure what she missed most since her husband died was having a flesh-and-blood person to vent her spleen on. Her neighbors would tell me that they could hear her often having loud arguments with her TV. But that must not be as satisfying as hollering at a real person who has to stand there, mouth shut, and take it. I can only imagine what it must have been like for her husband, and why he ended up in an early grave.
What became of her?
While I was staying with her, this priest would drop in from the church she used to go to. I did not know it at the time, but the guy was a grifter. He would keep trying to tell her that someone her age shouldn't have to put up with all of the worries that were clearly driving her nuts. He knew of this old folks' home in Cleveland, where they take care of you, first class. All you have to worry about is enjoying life. Well, he convinced her. And all that remained was the issue of getting rid of me.
This was the same woman who told me that another move would kill her.
Once I was resettled in my hometown, I would get calls from my cousin (whose Dad gave me the money I needed to get an apartment and restart my life), who would fill me in on what was up with her. I'd also Google my aunt's name to see what I could learn. What I pieced together was this. After yelling "I NO LONGER REQUIRE YOUR SERVICES" at all the neighbors (who were really sweet folks, btw), she took off to Cleveland with the priest and got set up in that old folk's home. Then he brought her some papers that he told her to sign that would transfer her life savings from her Florida bank account into her Ohio account. Instead, they went into one of his accounts, and he disappeared. (Her lawyers posted the case online.) She died, and the case went nowhere because no one could find the defendant, and the plaintiff was dead.
I suspect this priest made a good living at this. Old ladies don't have much longer to live. They don't bother reading what they're signing. Just go to some island out of U.S. jurisdiction for a few years and spend the money he stole. Come back when the heat's off, maybe under a new identity. Scam another stupid old woman.
I don't know how, exactly, she died. I'm hoping it was from a heart attack once she realized just how big of an idiot she was.
Man, what story. I’m glad that u have been back in your hometown. It’s so fucking low that she called the cops on you. Disgusting. Glad they didn’t believe her. I don’t believe in karma but the priest screwing her over makes you wonder if karma is real. Can I find the case her lawyers posted online?
They took that notice down like ten years ago. At this point, I don't even recall the name of the firm she went to.
Before my adventure with her, I prided myself on being a good judge of character. Not anymore. She taught me that I don't know squat. Especially about women.
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