I wanted to be an author as a kid, and despite having friends and teachers who all thought my writing was good, to the point where I basically breezed through everything but math and PE off of my writing ability, my parents just laughed and crushed my dreams, calling them selfish and thoughtless.
I decided that I'd try to get into game design or some kind of software development, and my parents said that it was worthless to reach for something like that.
When I was 18, I asked my parents if they could help me buy a somewhat pricey laptop. I even developed a payment plan so I could pay them back out of my paychecks each month. They said they couldn't afford a $1000 laptop, and then spent $50,000 on my younger brother when he asked for an entirely new gaming PC, desk, gaming chair, webcam, mic, RBG gaming mouse and keyboard, and a mini fridge. Why? So he could play Fortnite. He streamed for about a month, and then got bored because he only had 10 followers on Twitch.
When I was 18, I was made to pay rent every month to continue living at home, on top of buying my own food (which my dad and brothers would regularly steal), buying my own car (which my dad secretly stole and copied my backup key for so my brothers could use it without my permission), and also cleaning the kitchen, all 4 bathrooms, and doing everyone's laundry, on TOP of working my full time job. By the time I was 20 and my younger brothers were 16 and 15, my monthly rent was $2,500 a month, and I'd been let go from two jobs due to my dad drunkenly harassing my employers. When he got me fired from the second job, he spent the entire month I was trying to find a job gloating about how he was "finally" able to kick me out so I'd stop wasting space, while my mom and brothers just looked the other way.
I was homeless for a year until my maternal grandpa tracked me down and dragged me over to his place to sleep on his living room floor. I spent 3 years there, picking up temp jobs while looking for more permanent work, until I was dragged back home to be my mom's bedside maid after her hip surgery, because neither dad nor my brothers were willing to do so. I also finally got a stable, albeit part-time job, and since I was acting as a caregiver, I wasn't forced to pay rent this time. I saved up my money and moved into an apartment with some friends when Covid happened.