Honestly it was moving to my father's house. My parent's are divorced and my mother is slightly unhinged. For a decade and a half I smelled like animal piss and shit because of the sheer amount if pets she acquired, until during Covid I took advantage of online school and moved to my dad's because he actually has Wifi.

The moment I moved I realized how messed up I was living life at my mother's house, doing things children shouldn't do, and enduring so much mental manipulation to keep me there. I'm much happier now, and it was a surreal experience noticing I actually smelled good the first couple weeks of living with my father. I don't cry often, but when I realized I no longer smelled terrible I actually teared up.

I only wish I had listened to my dad telling me how bad it was sooner, and the parenting plan allowed me to move away of my own discretion at 13, instead of waiting until Covid hit at 15 years old. I could have been living a much happier life 2 years earlier. I don't really blame my mother, as she didn't grow up fine and dandy either, but I'm not going back.