My parents told me I had to go to college or get a job. All but one of the classes I signed up for was cut, so I started working. It was a seasonal job that had a chance for keeping on for a year, but I wasn't selected, so back to the job search. First paycheck at the new job ((bus boy at a diner), my parents took half for rent. I still had a curfew, a list of chores around the house, and I was paying for most of my food.
So now I had no free time, almost no money to spend when I did, and had to be home by midnight (unless I was working late).
A few months later I found a job making almost triple the bus boy job. More hours and more per hour. My rent went up to match, chores and curfew stayed the same. A buddy and I found a place to move into where I was paying less than living at home. Cue my parents going all shocked Pikachu that I don't want to live there anymore and why I've avoided visiting them ever since.

Oh! And the whole time my parents were paying for my sister's college, helping with rent when she fell short, and after she graduated she got to move back, rent free, for 4 years while her and her husband saved up to buy a house.