When I was still going to Community College, I was still living at home. My Parents all but asked for it, saying I could live there rent free while working random jobs to pay for school. They weren't wrong. I was able to pay for my Associates degree through random jobs with no debt. But, something happened with my father. His mental health changed.
I came home from a late shift at Dell computers, went to open the door, and my mom, who is a demure and kindly person, pushed me out of the front porch and into the grass. She told me I am NOT allowed in the house. Apparently my father had snapped and came up with a plan to slit my throat with a knife and then cut my body into pieces and hide the evidence down the garbage disposal.
My mom saved my life that night. To this day, my father has never apologized for this, and continues to act like it never happened. But my life was forever changed.