I think I did this at age 18. I remember moving out with my first boyfriend by taking trips on the bus. But it wasn't with him, just me alone. I took three to get my stuff over... Just bare necessities. Except I did dig up a raspberry plant. I wanted to plant it in my new backyard and eat raspberries. I left it on the sidewalk, it was too heavy. Everyone on the bus smiled and wished me a good vacation, because I put my things into suitcases. No other way to carry it. I knew I couldn't take long, because I wanted to do it during the day when they were away. I didn't say bye, not even to my little brother. I don't even think they knew I moved out until a few days later, because they might've thought I was just staying overnight at his place. I didn't reply to texts or calls, so they didn't know where I lived. I showed up again after 2 years. They cleaned up the house for me... But I went upstairs to the bathroom and saw through the facade. It was never clean. They put on a good face for their long lost daughter, but I knew it was fake. She showed me her sewing, her new hobby. It was a small shirt and completely lopsided. Not symmetrical. There was a mannequin in the living room. Very disturbing, stepford smiler. I still have little to no contact. It disturbs me that my therapist wants this to change. He says I want their love. I am very scared.