To be honest?
My mother has the resources to support me and help me, but she simply refuses to based on this thought that I am responsible for my own downfall.
My father would be well-intentioned, but probably wouldn't even be able to feed me, nevermind teach me to drive. His income is unstable. One minute he's starving, the next month he's buying a new surfboard. And my stepmother there is extremely restrictive, I wouldn't be able to use that evil internet for more than thirty minutes in a day before she would throw a mini fridge at me while I sleep.
My life isn't good now, but it can be if I can make a point. If I were just picked up by dad my life would be worse, and I would end up working a factory job for ten years before feeling suicidal, that and he lives in the middle of nowhere. In the winter, it's horridly dead, and I depend on access to an urban area to stave off depression.
Basically my mother only reacts to these outbursts anymore, nothing I say matters, but if I do something like this, to show her my discomfort and my annoyance, she usually listens to my plea.
I would like to live with my mother, but I need more freedom, but I need to be assisted. It's sad, and I hate the kind of person she is, but my father makes Darwin roll in his grave.