On a More Somber Note

I almost forgot to mention, my parents were there with my younger siblings too. This complicated things slightly for me. I feel bad saying it, but I just felt like I hate my parents for making me feel restricted and uncomfortable being myself. I don't want to hate them; they are so very good to me. But what can I do? I need a life of my own. Every time I would head for the bar and see my father, who rarely drinks anything and looks down on it, standing nearby, it would make me crazy. I'm uncomfortable being with girls around my family that wouldn't send me to a co-ed school. And obviously, even more uncomfortable being intimate with guys near them. Hence the late nights, the fights over getting up in the morning, yada yada yada