Mine started out at 14, leaving home because my mother had her (I forgot which number) boyfriend that was abusive towards the entire house. Gave my mother the option, as I already was out of school working full time, "If his cars here when I get off, I'm never coming back" was the last thing I said to her until I was 23. Said it to her right after he started ww1792 at the house, all because I didn't want to cash my check on my lunch, to run home, and give him a dollar to get a bottle of vodka. Over a dollar. I even told him that day to come up to my job, and I'd give him more. Anyways, that's how I got started. I ended up laying some roots at 29, almost getting married, tried for a family, had a place, and cars, and life was great. Until one day it wasn't, and I realized that worst thing for me was her, and I was the worst thing for her. Life wasn't great, we always fought, and the Apt had black mold, the cars were falling apart, and I turned to drinking and dope again while she went back on dope. We decided to get clean, and hit the road again. We both traveled prior, and wanted to again. So we hit the road. NEVER hit the road with someone you hate, that you're about to withdrawal with. I ended up leaving her in the Daniel Boone National Forest, at a primitive camping spot. I left her the car, and everything else except for what I could fit inside of my backpack that was mine, told her I'd see her in hell, and the last thing she said to me before leaving was "You'll be back, you need me". I never went back, and her family ended up sending her money for her to get home in Texas. I ended up back in Michigan, where I'm about to leave again.