Hi Reddit. This is my first post, so I don't really know how to do this, but here we go. I (14M, turning 15 in 10 days) want to cut contact and leave my parents home as soon as I turn 18. I moved in with my mom and step-dad at 10 and since I've moved in they've tried to adjust to having one more child, but over time it was blatantly obvious that they didn't really care to know me all that much. This became apparent to me over several occasions. I'm the eldest of four siblings counting myself. I have one younger brother (13M) and two younger sisters (8F and 5F) and they mainly treated me differently from my younger brother. I understand that I am the eldest and have different responsibilities, but for example when my younger brother would do something and make my sisters cry, my parents would just tell him to not do it again, but if I did it then they'd have a 30 minute long conversation with me on how I'm a bad kid. It didn't start like this, but I was 10 years old and had a short-temper with two younger sisters who were very buggy let's say. One main instance I remember this happening was when I was 10 and sitting in the living room then my sister came to me whilst jumping on the couch telling me about something. I told her to leave me but she didn't, so I continued ignoring her. She jumped on the couch more, still talking and then she jumped towards me (really on me) and so I put up my arms to not get hit by her knees, only for my forearm to hit her mouth. My parents assumed that I did this on purpose and that was the main incident that got them believing that I was a "bad kid." They talked about me constantly whether it was to my face or behind my back thinking I couldn't hear them. They called me wicked saying things like I would do things around the house and plan for the blame to get pinned on my siblings. They said that I would eat all the food around the house on purpose so that my siblings didn't have food to eat, and don't get me wrong I had an appetite, but I'm a growing boy, it's not anything out of the ordinary. By the time I hit 11 it only worsened. They continued to call me things like "bad, wicked, evil, etc." It was most of the same thing, but now they only had more fuel to their fire. I was in 7th grade and began to see interest in girls. They got mad at me for this and said that I didn't care about my education and that I only cared about girls (I had all A's). This doesn't make any sense because I'm now a freshman in high school and my younger brother is in 7th grade and when my step-dad found out that he had a girlfriend, he didn't care. But if it were me then he would've took my phone and told my mom. Then I would've gotten an hour long lecture about how I'm gonna grow up and be bad, end up in jail, get a girl pregnant while I'm young, etc. By 8th grade is when things started to get really bad. I will admit that during these times I wasn't the best behaved, but it was never to a point where they would need to treat me how they did. In 8th grade I broke my younger sister's iPad by accident. I slammed it on the bed and it broke. Mind you, it was the MATTRESS but I digress. My mom was mad at me obviously, but she believed that I did it on purpose because I hated my younger sister and everyone else. They genuinely believed that I just wanted to hurt those around me and they had no evidence to it either. They believe even now that I don't care about any of them. Later that year I made my biggest mistake. I stole a kid's electric scooter and ended up back to my parents in a police car. No charges were pressed, but after this they believed that I would end up a criminal. I can understand why your kid doing something like that would be alarming, but to believe that I would just end up in prison? It hurt. You're probably wondering why I stole that scooter, but if I'm gonna be real with you, there was no reason. I just did. I got in trouble a couple more times with my parents believing that I'm a liar because of things previously mentioned and it got to a point where they told me they didn't want me in their house. For context, I lived with my aunt before I moved in with them and didn't see them much at all, so when she said this a couple months later I told my aunt I wanted to move back in with her, but hadn't told my parents because I was waiting for the right time. My aunt ended up telling my mom for me which caused my mom to get mad. Then when I explained to her that I wanted to leave because I felt like I was doing them more bad than good (now that I remember it I really wasn't. I'd do something as minor as yelling at my sister because she made me mad then they'd gaslight me into believing that I was a horrible person and I believed it.) but then my mom did what she had been doing for the past 3 years and gaslit me while making her the victim. Saying things like I betrayed her, asking if she's a bad mother, I'm wicked, I'm evil, etc. She ended up hearing my point of view and I chose to stay with them, but nothing changed. They said they were gonna try and get to know me better and they didn't. That year, all of them forgot my fourteenth birthday. They just don't understand how much it's impacted me having to hear them say so many things about me and how much I believed it when I was younger. It hurt me and left me with a lot of self-hate that I've had to recover from all on my own. They complain about how whenever I get in trouble I don't say anything (I'd usually just stare at them blankly because I don't care anymore how much they yell and hoot and holler) but yet when I try to explain my point of view, they say I'm lying. They jump to conclusions with everything I say. In about November of 2024, I vented to my aunt about how I felt like I was going through a major change and I didn't know if it was for the worse or the better. I told her how I didn't recognize the person I'm becoming and that I don't wanna end up like my biological father. Not in the sense that he was a bad person (I never knew him), but in the sense that I don't know him at all and I don't wanna not know myself if that makes sense. To put it in simpler words, I felt like I didn't know who I was becoming and since I don't know my biological father I felt that I didn't wanna become him because I didn't know him and didn't know who I was becoming. Because of this, my aunt told me what she knew of what happened between my mom and biological father and comforted me. When my mom found out about this she got mad about me not coming to her, which is understandable, but she began to say that if I wanted to leave and live with my biological father then I could. I never once inferred this as I even said that I hated my biological father for not being there for me and he left me with a lot of issues, but my mom seemed to ignore that. In about February of this year I drove for the first time. My cousins car wasn't working because the engine was corroded, so when it got fixed she asked me to drive it to her, and me being confident that I could because I've studied a lot for when I take my permit test, I drove it to her. I didn't think my parents would care except for maybe a short warning on how I should have waited because it was risky and maybe they'd even be proud of me, but instead they got mad and blew up at me saying that I just wanna rush life. Over the years I've stopped caring about their opinions and stopped caring about what they think of me and since I've done that my life has become a lot happier. Even when they found out that I was sewer slidal they just lectured me and briefly asked if I was okay, but instead all I wanted was for them to give me a hug and tell me everything was going to be okay. My step-dad just goes along with everything my mom says and is arguably worse. During the whole thing about my biological father he claimed that I was lying about being bullied when I was younger and that everything stemmed from me not having a father-figure. Even my mom recognized that he was wrong with that, but he continued. The most recent thing was about a month ago. I'm a track athlete, so before this season started I asked my mom for track spikes. She said she didn't have money and I said it was okay and just asked her to get them when she can. This was 2 weeks before the start of the season. The season started and I didn't have spikes. We had practice for a week before the first meet meaning that she had 3 weeks to get the spikes, but didn't. Last year she didn't get me spikes because she openly admitted that she didn't care. This year I didn't want that to happen, so I asked my aunt to buy them. She said she would, but then I told her nevermind because I thought my mom was going to buy them. When my aunt told my mom that I asked her she got mad saying that I made her seem like a bad person and a bad mother (this just isn't true because she saw all the texts with my aunt). Then she called me ungrateful which just isn't true. Since I've moved in with her, I've always had her best interest and she calls me ungrateful?? Now I can't even be around her otherwise it just ends up with me and her arguing. My step-dad has chosen to stay out of it, but I always hear him when he talks about me behind my back. My parents don't want me in their house. Period. They think I'm a bad person. My younger brother knows about all of this, so I told him the day I turn 18, I'm moving out. He understood and I told him that I would keep in contact with him and our sisters, but I'd be cutting contact with our parents. He also understood. AITAH for wanting to leave after years of feeling like an outsider in my own home? Parents of Reddit and people in similar situations please give me feedback. Thank you for reading.