So, it all started about a few weeks ago when I started helping my bf and his aprents clean a restaurant at night working a graveyard shift type of thing. I explained this to my dad, came home on Tues. night with my bf. My dad acted like an immature ass. I'm there in the kitchen while my bf is setting up the Wii in the living room and my dad asks me why have I been sleeping over with "those people". I tell my dad by bf is in the living room and he tells me he doesn't give a fuck (what a respectful dad huh? ). So, I decide that since he doesnt want to listen to me that I work on weekends and I can't come home during that time that I was moving out. I told my mom that I was going to be picking up my stuff and be gone by Monday. My dad calls me today to ask me what the hell I think of life and why I haven't been coming home . I told him that it's because I tell him things and he refuses to listen and understand so I wasn't coming home. He tells me that he's going to throw all my stuff in a black bag and to pick up by Sat. I tell him I was going to move on Sat. anyway. And he says fine "since you want to live on the street" I tell him I'm not living on the street, I'm living with my bf and his parents. He keeps screaming and I hang up crying. Anyway, nobody has to reply. I just wanted to get that off my chest. My dad thinks I'm still a little girl and wants to make decisions for me. I may be 19 yrs old, which I know is still pretty young, but ever since I was 15 I told my dad I was moving out when I turned 18. He has to start letting go. I love my family, but I got my own decisions to make, and my own life to live.