When I left the house? You mean when my parents drug habits caught up with them and we ended up homeless.
I didn’t live on anyone’s couch. I spent a day or two at most at a friends house at a time.
I had a few thousand saved up. And yes had a bank account where my pay was direct deposited or my parents would steal it.
You can wallow in your self pity and tell yourself that everything is luck or some bullshit to get out of helping yourself. That’s fine. I’m doing more than well now lol.
Why do you think that was one friend or something? That’s not living on someone’s couch.
And I have plenty of compassion for people actually trying to make their lives better. I have zero compassion for people that sit there and just blame everyone else, thinking they should get everything handed to them.