My mom kicked me out when I was 17. She wasn't mad exactly just had a lot to deal with. My dad had died the year before and she had 3 other kids to deal with and I guess figured I'd land on my feet. That took several years, lol but a satisfying arc I suppose, from desperately poor to quite comfortable. I am in the same city still, in a part of town I like more.

My kids, I let them stay until they want to leave, if there's room. Between me & my husband we have so many but only 2 left at home, plus a girlfriend of one of them. The couple plans to move into their own place in the summer (we are in winter now) then we will be down to one.