Living With Your Parents: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

As most of you know, my sweet Handsome Husband and I have been living with my parents since a few months before we got married.  That's right, we spent the 19 months of newlywed bliss living with the good 'ol rents.  And there have been some really good things about it...some bad things...and some downright ugly things. 

And in the spirit of keeping it real - I'm sharing. 

Sorry, Mom and Dad - some of these might be TMI for you.
 

The Good

We got to spend lots of time with my sisters during their last few years of living at home, something we would have never gotten the opporunity to do otherwise.

 

 

HH got to know my parents in a much more intimate way, I don't think he would be nearly as close with them (especially my Gardening Momma) if we had never moved in.

 

 

We saved an insane amount of money, thanks to my very generous parents, who did not charge us rent, utilities or make us pay for the inordinate amount of food my HH eats.  Their generosity was a gift to us in and of itself, being that we were able to save the equivilent of one year of my salary.  It is a gift I don't know if I could ever repay, and one I will always be grateful for.

The Bad

No matter how much you love your family, there comes a time where you've just seen each other too.much.for.one.week.  Let alone too much for the last year and a half.

Newlywed bickering with an audience: double the fun!

It is a not super fun feeling when at the age of 24, you cannot have friends over when you want for however long you want.

The constant: "So when are you guys moving out?" stings every.single.time.

The Ugly

Lets just say there is nothing that can kill the mood, if you know what I mean, like having your parents 15 feet away from you in the next room.

Sibling arguing never really goes away completely, and is about the last thing you feel like doing at 24 years old, working 40 hours a week, trying like hell to act like a damn adult.

If you're like me, sometimes you just need a place to cry where no one can hear you, scream at the top of your lungs, or dance around in your underwear.  A 10x10 bedroom just doesn't quite cut it after a month or two.

All in all, it was a humbling experience that was a generous gift to us from my ever-generous parents.  There are not a lot of 24-year-old homeowners, and I can say unequivocally that we would not be where we are right now, had we not had their unyielding support.