Below are 19 stories where people finally said "Screw this, I'm done."
When I was 16, I got my first serious girlfriend. I wasn't really close with my parents, so whenever I wasn't working or at school, I would spend time with her.
My mother tried desperately to break us up. When that didn't work, she decided to take everything I own and put it in boxes. My whole life packed up for me. My mother said, "if you want to spend so much time with your little girlfriend why don't you move in with her."
So I cried like a baby and started hauling the boxes away. Called my girlfriends mother and her being the greatest mother figure I've ever met said she'd take me in with open arms. My mother never accounted on her 'plan' going this far so she admitted that it was a big ploy for me to see the error of my ways and was only going to let me spend a night or two in my car.
I knew that her bold demonstration of wacky was just another road sign that I needed to get as far away from her as possible. Deuces.
15 years later I'm still with the girl she insisted was a passing fling. We're happily 3 years into our marriage, gainfully employed with nothing resembling the drama my mother foist upon us. I am happy with my life, my wife, and her big noisy wonderful family. And I have loud fun with the best of them. But these feelings, these scars, I rarely talk about.
When my fiancé and I moved out of state, I got a job at a gas station temporarily until I could transfer my cosmetology license. I worked there for two days. Got treated like crap by customers and coworkers. On my third day, I woke up, colored one eyebrow in, sat there for about 15 minutes, then just silenced my phone and went back to bed.