I’m 34 and yeah I’m still living with my mother, share the room with my uncle, her brother (he lives with us).
I don’t have a job right now but even when I HAD a full time job I didn’t had intention of moving, I don’t have a partner to share the bills and living alone could fuck completely my life and not just partially.
If you think that’s weird I have 3 uncles, in their late 50 still living with my grandma in their big house. Only 1 of them are married and the other 2 never had a gf. All that part of the family is living there.
Yeah, I’m. For multiple reasons;
I’m living in Europe though but my dad is from a Arabian country and well, culture stayed with him. Anyway, I’d help a lot at home. Household things, helping with groceries, medication and such.
That said, I don’t care what anyone says about still living at home and not on my own. There will be always a chance to get an apartment but people often forget; parents won’t be here forever. One day they’ll pass away. Never forget that.
I met a Pakistani dude at my former job, very good worker but almost as miserable as I was, he quit the job because he had an arranged marriage back in his country… Not sure if I can call it lucky but I guess is not my business
So, what has this story to do with my own comment?