This episode is already bringing up bad memories for me. My step dad was an ex-Marine drill Sergeant and he "attempted" to run the house-hold like the Marines. It was like pushing down on bread dough...it will pop out somewhere else!
When my freak of a step dad would leave for work, (he was a long distance trucker), OUT would come the blue jeans, make up, pierced earrings and anything else he forbid. He had these strange rules where "Blue Jeans were for sailors", "Pierced earrings were for gypsies" and "Make up was for whores." I got into a screaming match with him one time, where he was "demanding my respect" and I screamed back, "You don't DEMAND respect, you EARN respect!" We got beaten so often with a belt that we became numb to the entire experience. We just did what we wanted to, knowing that the belt would follow. We didn't care.
My mom was so desperate to be in a relationship that she never stuck up for my brother or I and we both ran away from home as often as we could. I finally got married at 18 years old to escape the tyranny and my brother just ran away for good...to Florida, from Minnesota, and he's never gone back.