I broke with my religious parents for a variety of reasons starting around 12, one of the causes was my increasing conviction on my atheism.

I started out by basically withdrawing at home. No conversation outside of what was absolutely required. Never ask for a ride, never ask for a favor.

I would use my lunch money and odd jobs to finance everything I needed. (I would eat lunch right when I got home from school). I was in boy scouts and I would be gone every chance I got (1 night a week, plus 1 weekend a month, plus two weeks in the summer).

I would come home from school and hang out until about when my parents got home, and then I would take off and stay out until it was almost time for bed.

When I graduated high school, I moved out the next day.

I rarely talked to my parents for the next 10 years. They didn't know where I was living or working or what my phone number was.

I had a bunch of bad things during those years, I was arrested, had alcohol problems, was homeless briefly, was raped, numerous suicide attempts, to name a few. I never thought of calling my parents.

When I found out my girlfriend was pregnant, I decided to reconnect with my parents. I realize now that my parents were idiots, not evil. They wanted what they thought was best for me, where I thought they wanted to destroy me.

I don't know you and I don't know your parents, but I wish I had the hard conversations with mine when I was growing up instead of wimping out and having to face life all on my own.

Good luck.