Birth mom:
She was pretty helicopter. She was very wary about me going places, and she loved reading all my messages on Facebook. That definitely made me uncomfortable. She didn't always do this, but sometimes she would watch me do my homework. I remember this time where she wanted me to answer all the questions in order and we got in a fight cause I wanted to answer the easy questions first. Funnily enough, she would shout, "YOU'RE GROUNDED!", except it never was official. She knew she was being flaky in that aspect, and would challenge me saying that eventually I'd be grounded but it didn't happen.
Stepmom/Dad:
They were more free range, but not overly so. They gave me a lot of freedom, but within reason too. Like I had my curfew, they got wary about me sleeping over, no drinking was a given, no nudes. It was all stuff that made sense. I didn't really have any desire to go partying anyway. They gave me chores, which I didn't mind since it taught me how to be an adult. Before I moved in with my stepmom, I couldn't wear tank tops(had to be all covered up) but thanks to her I could which made me happy. And yeah, I felt independent, not breathed down my neck. I have really good relationships with both of them as a result, and they taught me some pretty decent life skills.