I wish I was. I managed to break away when I was working full time and starting down the career path, but as soon as I found out my mother was deteriorating and needed care, I quit that job and moved back home for her. I do and don't regret it, for obvious reasons, but if I hadn't done it, who knows how she would be right now. Or if...
Yeah, I have my privacy in my room, and I feel like a teenager having to hide away my "real" clothes and whatnot for when I know he's not around. Hell, I can't even wear a bra until I get to my room at night, and as I'm sure you remember, growing boobs don't exactly like rubbing against shirt fabric all day, every day. It's a literal pain in the tits!