You truly have my sympathy, Obsidian. Your parents would drive me nuts, if I had to live there. Your father, this morning, was beyond lame. I have no trouble seeing how that ruined your morning. You seem to make an honest effort to be courteous toward your folks, and you get mocked in return.

If I were you, I'ld be hanging my fervent hopes on getting out of that environment. Just stay calm and work on a sound plan. If you can go away to a college where you don't live at home, that would be a tremendous opportunity. Living away from home would educate you in ways just as important as what goes on in classrooms. Another four years with the folks, and your capacity for self-directing your life may be impaired beyond fixing.

Looking at this and your other threads, you strike me as a person who makes a sincere effort to think of others and be fair. Meanwhile you got this father playing with your head and looking to push your buttons. My father was kind of like that, but I think your father is worse. Here's the trap your vulnerable to being kept in. Your parents are people of means. So they have things to offer you materially. That tempts you into staying under your father's thumb. It's hard to give up comforts you're accustomed to having.

It comes down to what price you're willing to pay for the chance to be your own person and run your own life . . . to have some little space, even just a dorm room, where you are captain of your own little boat and have boundaries that insulate you from overly intrusive parents. I say: go for it! Yes, run away from that home, as your father characterizes it. Some of your emotional issues - like 99.9% of them - come from being way too close to the folks. You need room to breathe.

Apply to that out-of-town college. Don't talk about it with them. I announced to my father that I was going away, after I got the acceptance letter and had the financing all figured out. He was furious and vowed to give me no help. (My mother quietly encouraged me.) My father got over his resistance. (He claimed everyone who went away to school got hooked on drugs and became promiscuous. I didn't.)

Okay, so you'll have to do your own laundry and your diet may be beans for supper now and then. There'll be some loneliness. But you'll be able to take real deep breathes like never before. You'll have less time for lavishing on your music. But you'll never have the capacity for mature creativity, until and unless you emancipate yourself. Your folks are hindering you. They're using you to meet some need of their own in a way that's hokding you back. Get out of there.