First of all: no hate! Please read the whole post before commenting.
Me and my fiancé are finishing uni this month and were originally planning to get jobs before our move-out day of our current house and rent somewhere else. Unfortunately neither of us has been able to get a job, despite applying for everything (I suppose this is normal in a uni town!) so we are left with two options: his parents or mine. We eventually want to marry and live in the south west or Midlands so we are thinking living with my parents is the best option, and also my OH's brother still lives with his parents whereas I'm an only child, so there's less people.
Firstly, I know my parents are doing us a huge favour and I will respect all of their rules/wishes etc. We will pay (cheaper) rent as soon as we are in employment and do anything around the house.
The thing is:
1) my hometown is god-awful and I'm worried we will be stuck there and never leave, or at least not be able to escape for ages. I don't know anyone here except family and it's quite chavvy and tiny.
2) my parents are very... parenty. I know it's sweet n all, but I'm in my twenties and I feel like a teen when I go there. My parents walk into my room without knocking, ask when I am going to bed and get me up in the morning. After years of living on my own (and with my OH this year) it'll be hard to get used to. We never have any sort of sex life when we visit because the walls are thin...
3) we don't have our own space. My room is small and only fits a double bed and 'stuff'. My parents live in a bungalow with an attic bedroom which leads from the living room (no door or dividing wall, just stairs and their room is the 'landing' and they go to bed at 10pm EVERY night. So we can't even watch TV without it on mute and the lights off after 10. They eat at 5-6pm every night and eat the same boring food every week (they wouldn't like to be cooked for either; they're happy with it) but there isn't room for our own food so we've either got the go to the supermarket every day - impractical - or eat the same as them which would make me sad. And prob fat. We couldn't have anyone over because there isn't anywhere to host them and no spare room if we invite far-flung friends. I wouldn't want to go out at night because when we got in late at night it would wake them and the doggies.
My question is: how do we cope with living with them for a while? It would probably be at least 6 months until we have money in the bank, no overdrafts and an income from both of us. If anyone has been through the same, how did you survive? I love my parents but.. Hmm. I have suffered with depression from ages 15-18 whilst living St home because I felt so stuck in that house, and I'm worried i'll slip back under.