So I don't think I can clearly express all my reasons for it but I am thinking about moving out of my parents house. I'm only 19 years old and my family thinks I'm not old enough or matured enough to handle such a thing. Granted I understand their reasonings for some of the things they say about it. Unfortunately, I feel if I stay in that house much longer I'll do something drastic (as I'm not in a good place mentally). My family makes me miserable. They say and do things to me that puts me in such a bad place and I don't want to be around them anymore. Its not recent I've been feeling this way either. Its been going on for six to eight years now. When I was I'm highschool I actually HATED leaving school because it means I had to return to a place I didn't think of as home anymore. School was my escape away from them, but now that I graduated there isn't a place for me to go anymore. Thus the only logical way to be away from them is to just remove myself completely. At first I was determined to move out, I even have a place to rent now for only 200 dollars of rent each month, but when I told my parents they turned it into something bad. They said things like it was a bad choice, that I'm only doing it so I wouldn't have to follow their rules anymore, that it was just a way for me to continue living the way I do (ie: lack of freinds and to much time on the computer). They threatened to cut me off completely if I moved out, saying that if I moved out then that means I am no longer family. Scared I wouldn't get any moral support I ended up stepping down from the idea of moving out. At first it was fine, but there is always a calm before a storm. Yesterday....well I guess I would call it a fight with my parents? My mother came home yesterday and I told her that I did the dishes (because she constantly bitches about dishes being in the sink when she comes home so I started doing them so we wouldn't have to listen to her anymore. Of course it wasn't enough as she always has to find something to get pissy about.) To which she snarkily responded with " Oh you mean YOUR dishes from today because there were not any in the sink before I left this morning." As if implying that I'm the only person in the house who puts dirty dishes in the sink and then leaves them there. Of course I went on to calmly tell her that there were dishes in the sink when I woke up this morning and not all of them were mine. To which she started to get even more frustrated over. I was genuinely confused as to why she was getting upset over the dishes in the sink so I told her "I don't understand why you are getting made over me doing the dishes for you." Apparently I hit a nerve because she slammed the mat down in the sink and blew up on me. She started shouting that I didn't do it for her, that I do it because its part of living inside "this" house. Most of it I don't even remember because it happened so fast, but it was bad. So of course I left the room and went upstairs. Like clock work my dad comes up and he lectures me for twenty minutes about it, then started raising his voice and swearing at me. I was really confused though to why it even escalated to that point. Having an empty sink is something SHE has a problem with, so I thought doing them would be nice you know? Regardless the whole ordeal really shook me up. I cried for like two or three hours after that, and of course thought about killing myself. The room I had found was being given to someone else so now I was literally trapped in a place I hated, thus the only escape I could think of at that point was to just kill myself and be done with it. When a tiny miracle happened, my friend Nik (the son of the people who were going to rent me a room) sent me a FB message saying that the room opened up for me again. Thus my question for you. Should I take the opportunity and move out?