I fucking hate my mother, Brenda, as I usually call her. But, I still come home once a week to do my own laundry and use her internet with my computer to download songs and movies and stuff.

She rarely cooks, and I always do my own laundry. We have an unspoken, hate/respect relationship, I hate her to the fullest extent of the word, but I'll respect her by not talking to or about her.

And I use her shit.

As for having my own place, I do, and I gladly clean up my messes because

A) I and I alone made them so they're usually very small
B) If I don't, I feel like such a dirty fucking greaseball that it literally degrades me a bit inside every time I see a mess
C) If I don't clean my house at least once a week, I think my house gets this smell that is like old house and dogs mixed together. The previous tenant of my apt. had 3 dogs and I really believe if I don't keep it clean, it smells like dogs in there and I effing hate that.

I, too, am glad you do not hate your parents to hell.

And my advice is to get the hell out as soon as possible. I hated life living at home, now living away from home, I just hate people. It's a much better trade off for me. My parent's bullshit was always too much for me to handle.