Yes I have, ain't that sad?! House rules were firm and strict (yes, I'm know they had every good intentions for that)....I had come back home from college for good, on my first night after not having one for sooo darn long...with my body desperately looking for a quick fix on having a ciggy (cigerette), yeah, that stinky o' nasty habit
, I had waited downstairs listening for my mom to ventured off to bed, I sneaked into the small bathroom which was also in the basement, stood on the toilet seat hovering my face near the vent/fan that was on, blowing smoke into it...then quietly tip-toed into bed, less than 10 mins. later, my mom was standing about 15 feet away at the doorway, pausing momentarily and then with a stern expression on her face asked me if I had been smoking...slowly I was turning my head back and forth sideways until I was busted when she came closer and took a disgustingly whiff of the lingering cigerette smoke which stood out like a sore thumb, immediately she expressed anger and with an outburst, telling me that she was going to tell my dad, then stormed off back upstairs....Minutes went by, I started to slumber off with eyelids batting away until suddenly my dad appeared at the doorway, telling me to get up and get dressed...then taking me to a motel for the night...as bad as I may have felt, but the new founded freedom to burn off the entire pack up in smoke that night was unreal...
....eventually finding my own place/apt. which my parents did help out in the first month....
I don't hold anything against the decision my parents made that night, afterall, I'm the one that should have known better, even if the temptation was too great to overcome...I asked for it. A valuable lesson for which I learned that night, to respect 'rules' whether you like 'em or not, it's there for a reason...taking that sort of philosophy wherever I go now has definitely made me a better person!