I think I heard that statistics show about one in four children return to the "nest" at least once in their 20's. DD is home going to massage school. College was not a good environment and then she was working in the next city over but I was not fond of her friends.

I was able to convince her to come home and push the "restart" button. Much better environment and she was on a mission to get the school to hire her by making herself indispensable. She has been determined and was offered a front desk job last night.

I hope your son can find his restart button and find something that gives him value.

DD was at a low place until she found this healing institute where others value her each and every day.

Yes, my son returned home about five years ago. He was heartbroken that his girlfriend, which he waited for 2 more years of high school, moved him out of town, and eight months later said she didn't love him anymore. He called one night about 10:30 crying that she didn't love him anymore and was moving out. He was devestated. Went into a depression, lost his job, of seven years. We went up and moved him home. He still doesn't trust any girls, he has dated some, but won't let it get serious. It was hard, but he got his old job back here, and seems to be happier than ever. I hope he finds someone one of these days, that he deserves.
After he moved back, my husband found out two months later, he had cancer, so he has been a great help to us.
I think he'll spread his wings one of these days again!

Glad to hear he is going backhome and away from that stupid girl. Hoping he learns this time.

My oldest son moved back home when he and his girlfriend broke up. This was three years ago. He's moved again...this time with his current gf. He seems much happier.

Both my boys know they always have a place to come back to. I liked it when oldest DS was here before because he parked his police car in the driveway and I just felt like that was sort of a built in security system.

It was an adjustment because I didn't know how messy he had become. We had to have a little talk about that but he kept his room clean. He was hardly ever here between working his full-time job and all the part-time jobs he took......security at the arena during concerts, HS ball games, etc.

It's funny how accustomed we get to our daily routine. Someone moving in can really cause a rift in that. I was also surprised at how much like my own mother I was sounding!

I never left. Stayed home to help my dad with my mom. (she had a TBI when she was 17, and it took a few years for some of the more bothersome results of that to show up) Then I was taking classes and kind of thinking of escaping my parents house...my MS showed up and now I'm kind of stuck here.

Yes, my DD came home. She had finished grad school, was engaged, was all set to settle in the college town. 5 weeks before the wedding, bf called it off. It was all I could do to keep from jumping in my car. DH got me sane again. DH drove up, packed her up and brought her back. She was able to transfer her job, and that helped. I guess she was home about 1 1/2 years, met a guy, moved in and took her 2 dogs too. He is now my SIL. Stuff happens, you can only hope all works out well.

My kids don't move back home, they just keep moving their junk home.

When DD#2 had to quit college because she was only living there and not taking classes she moved home to get a job. I thought I was doing tough love by setting some pretty stiff rules which didn't help this kid who didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she reached out to her parents. So I kind of drove her to living with this guy. She tried to make it look like she was living at home and 'staying at girl friends house at times'. So now she is married to this guy, only one working so she can put him through college. He is barely passing and has great aspirations of which I don't see how any of them cn work out. They broke up and she moved back home but then got back together. So here she is, working her butt off trying to makes bills and he is still not working, going to school only when he feels like getting up in the morning. I try to tell him that being a social worker is a wonderful aspiration but he needs a Masters and he can't even get an associate yet. But she is still my daughter and I will do anything I can do to help her. In an odd way we still love him to. He was given a terrible childhood and I feel if they ever broke up that I would still have an extra child.