I had a wonderful combination of “strict” but also “there aren’t actually rules.”

I could have handled even unreasonable expectations if they had been communicated. But there was no structure at all.

I could ask permission to do something, do it, and then have that permission retroactively revoked. I could have an entirely normal day without anything seeming off, then be grounded for a week because there were dishes in the sink or something.

It never made any sense.