It’s been 1 year since I got kicked out of my parents’ house. This year has been a wild roller coaster of ups and downs (more downs than ups, if we’re being honest here)…but I have grown so much. Getting kicked out was hard…and being guilt-tripped and begged to come back was even harder…but I made it. I didn’t give in and didn’t turn back. And now my relationship with my parents is better than it has been in years. Things were really rough for a while, but we’re all 1 year stronger. Who would have guessed?