My mom froze me out. Once when I was 17 I cut my long, thick hair to my collarbones. She'd always told me she wanted me to wait until I was 18 to cut it, when it would officially be "my hair". She was so upset she didn't talk to me for three days. She was my ride to school and left without me. I still hesitate to do things for myself if I think it will upset someone close to me, and am always waiting for the day I get shut out.