Well, I was born in the Dominican Republic. At a time where family members didn't move out, we just increased our living space. The family stuck together until it was not possible anymore. Then I moved to Switzerland where I experience a different way of family behavior. But my (step)dad was very supportive in everything I wanted to try. There was only one case where my mom's love was more hindering than encouraging. After finishing my apprenticeship I wanted to move to the UK and get a job as a chef there. I had a Gf there and during my apprenticeship I had the goal to get some cooking experience in a different country. A young chef must earn his stripes. But as mothers temp to be way too attached to their sons sometimes, she was trying her best to talk me out of it. I'd be too far from her, there are good jobs in Switzerland also, you have no family over there jadda jadda jadda. Well, I didn't leave the country, and years later, the story I told started to unfold as I met my ex-wife. But that's the only time. Other than that I had all the freedom to do whatever I felt like doing. As long as it wasn't illegal and nobody got hurt.