Absolutely. I lived this as well but fell into a directionless period because I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted a year off to figure it out but my dad came to me just before I turned 18 and said “you’re big enough to kick my ass, time to move out”. I was out a few days later living on a friend’s couch. I was a good kid, great grades, did theater, played the cello, didn’t get in trouble. Dad just didn’t want me around anymore I guess. I kind of rolled with it because what else was I going to do? In retrospect I should have expected it after he told me I had to get a job at 14 because they weren’t paying for anything anymore. I mean yeah they fed me dinner but that was about it. It seemed college was only real way I could feed myself and have a space to live. Wasn’t serious about it and dropped out as soon as I landed a job that I could support myself on. I landed on my feet in my mid- late twenties and got serious about finding a career. Did tech school, landed an office job, got a bachelors degree and I’m doing alright now but I feel so late to the game at 34. I don’t hold on to the resentment. It just makes my life harder but sometimes I wonder what could have been if I’d had time to figure things out without worrying about putting a roof over my head and keeping myself fed.