cappytan-Your story about curfew reminds me of mine: I stupidly got married before I was 18, like lots of JW teens at that point in time. After four years of marriage I just wanted out by any means necessary, including death, crazily enough. With my ex being physically abusive, distance was needed during the divorce process. My parents lived 1500 miles from where i currently was, so I moved in with them. At 23 years of age, they decided I needed a curfew...of 11:30 PM. I had no car, no furniture, no money, no job, no friends (my parents relocated 800 miles from my home state 2 years after I married). There was no public transportation service of any kind in that small town and rural county. Upon finding a job, I had to rely on my mom to drive me to work until a car was affordable. After several weeks on the job, I was invited to go out with some co-workers after work. I went. My mom insisted that I be picked up by 8:00 PM, she told me in advance. I knew this. Instead of just coming into the parking lot at 8:00, she came 15 minutes early, marched into the restaurant and announced to all there 'That it was time to come home NOW!' It was absolutely humiliating and virtually impossible to live down that my Mommy came to get me.
Needless to say, I worked my butt off to get my own place (a furnished little dump, but SOOOO worth it) and a car!