you dont have it that bad actually. if you dont read the story (i just noticed how i kinda went on my own rant, haha) atleast read the opinions i give you at the bottom (the last 2 chunks of text)
when i got caught (i was 15 at the time) i didnt have the chance to move out and my mom and step-dad were on a cruise at the time. so i went to go stay with my sisters in their house for a while. one of them did not care at all, the other still smoked but she was being a HUGE hypocrit. they both smoked ciggarettes and didnt want me to tell my parents about it, but they kept bleeding the beans about me to anyone they saw. the one kept bitching at me saying i was ruining my life. so i eventually told the one to stop being such an ass about everything and if she wants me to keep her secrets she better learn to keep mine as well. then i got a call from my brother (navy) and he pretty much calls me a terrorist because "all the drug money goes to south america, the south americans buy guns and KILL USA SOLDIERS!!!". so i get on a plane to fly home [older brother is there(i was on vacation at an old friends house)] and i get there and he asks for my wallet cellphone and ipod. so i ask him to show me the power of attorney my mom gave him and he gets in a piss fit because i know my rights better than he does. and he tells me to go to my room. i refused (i had 2 projects to finish up before school started again) and he grabbed me by my neck and threw me into the stairs and stole all my stuff (wallet cellphone and ipod, i didnt have any weed) and tore my room apart looking for all my "drugs tobacco pipes and lighters", ended up not finding any cuz i was the king of hiding things. then he came down in a pissy rage because he found nothing and continued to throw me around in an attempt to get me to go get them for him. i told him if he didnt stop i was going to call the cops on him. he eventually stopped (at this point i had cuts all over me[small, not big] and my shirt is torn.....im in tears because ive had a hard time breathing as ive been choked pretty much) so i call the police. the officer arrives and talks to him first. and comes and talks to me and pretty much says "sounds like you overreacted, stop smoking pot"...........that further reinforced my HATE for the government and police force. they were supposed to serve and protect and they didnt do shit. they inhaled his huge breath of bullshit lies and beleived every word of it. then my brother left a few days later to go back to his house for work. and i waited a week until my mom and step dad got back from their cruise. and when they got home i got everything that could resemble fun taken away. i was pretty much locked in my room until the next summer. all i was allowed to do was go to school come home do homework eat and sleep.
that probably explains why i only talk to my one sister and avoid talking to anyone else from my family. that was a few years ago though so im slightly less pissed off about it now. just be happy you have what you have right now and start saving your cash. life isnt about buying drugs and alcohol its about paying the oil companies. you pay them first then you pay whoever else you need then you buy what you want.
oh i almost forgot about them forcing their beleifs onto you. tell them you think god is a bunch of bullshit and your going athiest. i dunno whatll happen after that because my family wasnt a bunch of loonatics about that stuff, but if i was in your situation thats what id do.
