Redditors who "went out for cigarettes" and never came back, why did you leave? Where did you go? What is life like for you now? [Serious]

Man...I've done this so many times. I'll give a couple times I left and didn't look back.

I was 19 years old and had just moved back home after my first failed attempt at living on my own. When I left the first time, I was totally cut off and I had to beg to come back home because I had nowhere else to go. I was severely depressed, couldn't find work (this was in the middle of the recession), was out of school (my dad paid for it only under the condition that I was living with him), and I had bill collectors calling me all day long. My dad had previously given me a car as a gift when I was 16, to congratulate me for doing well in high school, graduating early, and having arrangements to go straight to college. When I left the first time, he said that it's no longer a gift and that I owed him $16k for the car.

So, fast forward to when I eventually move back, saddled with debt, no job, and my dad (who was on a 6-figure income) was hitting me up for money. I was on the back porch one day, staring off into space, feeling completely hopeless and depressed. I had no money to put gas in my car to find a job. My dad came outside, handed me a twenty. I started crying. He told me I was pathetic and that I still owe him for all the other times he'd given me gas money.

Anyway, I eventually find a "job" (turned out to be a scam) and when I get home from work, my dad hands me some papers. It's a promissory note. He calculated the amount I owed for the car and he tried to remember any time he ever gave me money for gas or groceries and tacked that on. The promissory note stated that if I didn't pay it back over X amount of time, it would accrue interest and be deducted from whatever he decides to leave me when he passes away.

I told him I was tired from working all day and that I would read it and sign it later. My dad went to bed, and I remember sitting there looking at that fucking contract, thinking about how ridiculous it was, and thinking I can't sign this shit. So, I went upstairs, threw whatever I could into trash bags, put it in the car (which had been transferred into my name by this point), and left. It was 2 weeks before he called or texted. I didn't see him for a long time after that.

Life for me now is pretty decent, but I hit a lot of bumps and other similar-ish situations along the way.

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