I;m a college student and i;m kinda getting tired of the parents anywho, i;d like to move out with no roommate.wanted to know how much it costs roughly to live on your own. I wouldn;t want anything fancy at all.I;d need internet (for school, work, and entertainment) but cable isn;t a big deal for me. My vehicle is paid off and i only pay around 60 bucks a month in insurance.Im wanting to know if it would be cheaper to rent a small home to myself or rent an apartment or what. How much does it cost to live on your own?

Back in 5th grade i was starting to get sexually abused by my Uncle. The 1st time he touched me i didnt think much of it i didnt think it was anything since we were in the pool and just brushed against me but later when things got worst i realized he felt me up he only when things escalated from a light touch to groping i was scared and didnt know what to do so the touching continued for a short while One day i was with my brother and mom and Uncle(abuser) i sat in the way back, uncle in the middle row, and my two brothers in the very front row of seat in the tahoe my uncle reached back and slid his hand in my shorts i wanted him to stop so i spoke loudly for my brothers to hear so they can help me, they told me to tell my mom which i did later in the day after dropping off my uncle it was hard telling her but i did she called him on the phone and asked he denied everything. But my mom told him he never wanted him over again to not come by or anything which he didn;t it lasted for about the rest of the school year and he started coming back in the summer to help my dad with labor around the house and the abuse started right up again the touching. This killed me so much i didnt want to go anywhere with any of my family i just stayed locked up in my room quiet right after school.i couldnt believe my mom just let him come back like nothing ever happened and let it continue i felt hopeless if i cant tell my own mom whom i already told before could i tell? The abuse continued all the ways till up about the summer after my sophomore year. During my Junior year after the abuse my mom saw me holding a headband in my hand which i was taking to return to a girl for lending me it for the spirit rally, she asked if i was gay in a serious tone and i kinda exploded and when i got home she talked to me asking whats wrong i told her about the abuse that went on for the years and she asked "why didnt you tell me before after all these years?" i was angry when she asked that i told her when it first began and i even told her again saying i already told you when i was little all she said she was "sorry.. " and that she cant believe this happened and he wont come over again but i dont believe it its already happened he did come back i told her it was just touching how can i tell she f;d me she asked "Do i tell Joe?" (my dad) i said no i could never tell him i got f;d or any of this i mean hes my dad i wouldn;t want him to know i was sexually abused by a guy. during that conversation i could barely talk or get my words out she asked if i felt different like if i liked guys or girls, I didn;t even know but i just said i liked girls cause i see myself in the future with this girl ive liked for awhile but honestly i felt if i was abused by this guy was i gay? did i like it if i let myself let it continue for that long? He never came around but i told my mom i felt like dying and wanted it end but i know i dont so i asked for a therapist or something cause i know i do need it. During the abuse years i thought of killing myself and my Uncle whenever i thought of him. I remember one day i thought of countless ways of ending my life my brothers gun in his closet, jumping out the car while on the freeway, crashing into something,overdosing on some prescription pills and after each thought i wasnt sad i felt relief i smiled after everything i wanted to laugh but i still have the sanity to know its bad about a month later i lied in bed didnt want to go to school cause i felt like lying there and dying i missed the bus to try to stay but when she was driving me she asked something and i replied "you never even got me my therapist" she told me she looking into our insurance and all that and i told her finally how my uncle f;d me the 1st person who knows now she called my uncle and questioned him she got some things out of him but now he was saying i was touching him that i started it she told me that and said she was going to get a lying test taken i didnt care i was telling the truth and when she told him that he was crying supposedly and didnt want to take one i couldnt believe he was crying it makes me mad so when i do see him walking down the street or any pass by i just want to stab him in the ******* throat. its been awhile since i told my mom what happened and still no help i know what i told her is stress just to add more then what she had but when i hear my uncles name from other family members who know nothing of him and carelessly ask where is he whats he up to or hes a nice person makes my hate for him even more. Today i went to my brothers home who knows nothing and my uncle came by later it was a family gathering my mom wasnt there though just some cousins and uncles and aunts and he had the nerve to talk to me regular like nothing i felt like going to the kitchen grabbing a knife and ending his life even in front of family. But my conscious stopped me i ignored

Would anyone be so low as to say their elderly parent had been robbed of jewellery from their own home and even pose for a photo in the newspaper if it were a scam to claim on the insurance?