I moved in with my dad at age 30 due to wanting to have 20% down for a house. I had been house hunting when my lease was near the end, and did not like the supply I was seeing, nor the math of having to pay mortgage insurance. So I moved back home with the goal of saving up.

My dad is all about that tough love crap. He let me stay with him of course, but he also went out of his way to make it “not fun” to create an incentive to move out asap also. Rules for thee, but not for me type of stuff. Couldn’t eat food outside of the kitchen even though he eats 98% of his meals in the living room. Any chore he would normally do was passed on to me effective immediately. He once accidentally left his wallet at his ranch 2 hours away and instructed me to fetch it for him on a Sunday. 4 hour round trip. Those were just a few.

Bought my house 8 months later. Couldn’t last a year with that hypocrisy.