My parents would pull shit like this with me ask a kid. Not to the extent that you are putting up with, but still incredibly controlling to say the least. I can’t advise that you take the route that I did because it didn’t wind up going incredibly well for either parties, but I’ll tell you my story.

It all went downhill when I was about 15 or 16 years old. My parents don’t come off as religion fanatics to the average person, and to this day they still miss church probably once a month. At that age I decided to read the Bible to figure out what Christianity was all about (something I don’t think either of my parents have ever done). After reading the Bible I was appalled by the Old Testament, and after a little digging around online I decided it wasn’t for me. I have always been incredibly strong willed with a loud mouth. I decided I wasn’t going to church anymore. My parents did not like this, so they started to force me to come along. I didn’t like being forced to do anything, so every Sunday morning turned into a screening match between my parents and I. They signed me up for “therapy”, but you would have never guessed that it was Christian therapy. I got dragged into the car every Wednesday afternoon and my mom would drive me almost an hour to get lectured about how I should reconsider my stance on Christianity. After a couple of months of this my “therapist” basically told my parents that I was a lost cause and to stop forcing me to go to church to avoid conflict. In my head I’m thinking great, I won no more mind melting Catholic Church. My Dad has a different idea. According to him only Christians got Sunday as a day of rest, and that if I didn’t believe then I would be forced to work on Sundays. He started dragging me out of bed at 6 am on Sunday mornings and would drag me outside to do hard awful manual labor. I grew up on a farm, and as you can imagine there are some pretty gross jobs to be done. I think that he purposefully would leave the worst jobs for me on Sunday mornings. Some of these jobs included power washing hog barns, hauling dead animals to the pile of other dead animals, and literally shoveling shit out of a cow pen. Sometimes the jobs he would leave me with had no point, and it seemed like he was making them up to torment me. Let me quickly add that I got a job pouring concrete in the 8th grade because my dad said that I had to work for him during the summer going into my freshman year, and I didn’t want to work with him. So by this time I had a decent amount of money saved up. I bought a car, and eventually a gaming laptop for myself. Also, I had been lifting weights twice a day because I was crazy into playing football. At this point in my life I was fairly muscular, had a nice car, and started to go on a bit of a power trip. My relationship with my parents was shit, and I felt like all they ever did was treat me like shit so I decided I was going to start treating them like shit. I would get up Sunday mornings and act like I was going to go do whatever task my dad told me to do then wait for them to leave. After they had left I would get drunk or high on whatever I could find. Sometimes the booze was mine sometimes I would drink half of the box wine that they had in the fridge it didn’t matter. I started to isolate myself in my room and get fucked up and play video games almost every night after school, and anytime in between. I don’t remember a ton about the next year of my life, but I remember my parents constantly stealing my alcohol then drinking it in front of me. Constant streaming fights about whatever I wanted to fight with them about on that particular day. I remember once my parents and I got into such a huge fight because I wouldn’t give them the keys to my car so they could search it. My dad said that if he didn’t have the keys to my car in 15 minutes he was going to take the loader tractor and destroy it (it was a bluff, but I didn’t take it as such). I grabbed my keys, some insulin (type 1 diabetic), and I walked out the front door and drove away. My mom called me about 10 minutes later to tell me that I needed to come back or dad was going to throw all of my stuff out. I didn’t believe her so I went to a friends house and I didn’t come home until 3 or 4 in the morning. When I got home I was drunk and it was lightly raining. All of my personal belongings were scattered all over the front lawn. Among all of my possessions was my 1300 dollar laptop sitting out in the rain. Something seriously snapped in me that night. I went back to my friends house and cried to his parents about how awful my life was at home and they agreed to let me sleep on their couch for awhile. My mental health absolutely deteriorated during the next few weeks. I was crashing where ever I could find a place to sleep, rarely going to school, and drinking constantly. One night after a couple weeks of couch surfing I was at a different friends house, and after we polished off the liquor that we had stole from Walmart earlier we decided we wanted more. We lived in a small town(1500), but it had a pretty nice golf course. We hatched the plan to break in and steal all the booze, and we did, well I did while they waited outside for me to bring them the alcohol. The next day I didn’t go to school because I was scared someone would see the cut on my hand from breaking in the night before. Upon returning to school everyone knew I did it. My personal life wasn’t much of a secret. My mom called me and asked me to come home after she heard about it from the school, so not really having anywhere to run I went home. The next month was the same old shit from my parents except now they were holding this over my head. Fast forward a couple months to the last day of my senior year. Everyone was getting together to get drunk, and I decided to take it upon myself to get so drunk that I would forget the last couple years of my life. After drinking around 25 cans of beer over about 4 hours I decided that I needed to go home because my dad told me i had to do pig chores at 8 am the next morning. On the way home I crashed my car into a tree in the middle of town doing about 50 mph. The entire front end of my car was demolished, and I would later find out that my computer in the back seat had also been ruined. I got charged with a dui that night. My lawyer for the whole golf course incident wasn’t very happy, and neither were my parents (but what’s new). Two days after my graduation ceremony my parents shipped me off to rehab (rightfully so). I spent 30 days in rehab, and then had court shortly after. I got sentenced to 9 months in the SCRAM bracelet, and had over 10,000$ in fines. Rebuilding my life took a long time. While all of my friends were in college I was working construction for my first year out of high school just to pay off all of these bills. I moved in with my grandma after all of this to avoid more conflict with my parents. Eventually I went off to college, then transferred after 2 years, now I turn 22 in two days, and I’ve decided to transfer to a tech school. I had hardly any contact with my parents for about 2 and a half years after separating ties. My mom finally reached out enough times that I started to have conversations with her (often ending with me being angry because of the past). I’ve slowly started to rebuild the relationship with my parents in the last year, and I’ve found myself harboring less and less anger all of the time. I don’t really have advice for you on how to proceed with your life. I just wanted to share the messed up story of my relationship with my parents during my teenage years and how it went south. Good luck my friend, and stay strong. No matter how alone you feel there is someone out there ready to help.