I was a married adult in grad school when my hubby had to continue his program out of state.It's what I call trying to be independently dependent. I want to be grown and an adult one minute. I want to have sex, have babies, go out, party and all that good stuff, but I still need my mommy and daddy to pay for the roof over my head, the food on the table and the toilet paper to wipe my azz.
I went to live with Mommy and Daddy because we couldn’t maintain two apartments. It was culturally appropriate for my family.
I was a married adult submitting to the rules of the matriarch. That would the not-so-attractive side of the other culture. I’m certainly “American” enough to want my mum to mind her own business. But I don’t get to cherry-pick cultural norms, it’s a package deal.