"am_Unition, what are you doing?" "Making cinnamon rolls." "But it's after 10 pm. The kitchen is closed." "Why is the kitchen closed?" "Because it wakes us up when you're in here making noise." "Well, why don't you close your door? I closed it for you a couple nights ago." "Yes, I remember, and we don't like that. We like to know what's going on in the house." "What's going on is that I was trying to eat, but now... fuck you guys, I'm out." I packed up the essentials and left that night, stayed with a coworker for a few months while I scraped together a couple roommates to rent a place with. It wouldn't have helped if I'd payed rent to my parents, either. That was all five years ago. No regrets. And you won't regret this either.I've also become convinced it's simply not possible to have an adult relationship with your parents while you are living in their house.