So, first a little backstory: Over the past 5 years, I have been having progressively worse relations with my parents. What with me being an artistic atheist in a very traditional catholic family. Couple that with my father being a very violent drunk, and well yeah, you get the picture. Bad stuff. Flash forward to today. My mother had been being extremely disrespectful for a good week and a half straight. Just nagging at me for the smallest most infantile shit that she could possibly think of. Just to push my buttons. I finally decided to start being disrespectful back. Usually I am very respectful to my parents and respect all their wishes. But I had had enough. So I startede to yell. And then she smacked me. So instead of punching her, I punched the wall. Which put a hole in it. (In retrospect, I should have handled this more adultly, and just walked away.) Then she goes to tattle to my daddy about me hitting the wall and he comes down in a drunken rage. He said that if my best friend Robert hadn't been there he would've beat the shit out of me. He then kicked me out of my home. For good. Which is a godsend honestly, because I've wanted to be emancipated since I was 12. Robert's parents have graciously allowed me to stay here until I can get enough money to rent an apartment. And I'm old enough to actually rent an apartment. I have nothing but respect and love for his family at the moment. Sorry for the novel, but I needed to share this. Thanks guys.