Let's take a step back and look at the argument as a whole. From the moment the point of honoring one's parents was made, your knees jerked until the sheer weight of the fact that it is a non-optional, universal commandment dragged you kicking and clawing to the inescapable conclusion that the honor of one's parents might be something God has said you might consider when taking a mate.
Consider, yes. Acquiesce to their demands, reasonable or not? No. That is not a biblical commandment. That is where you err, and that is why the discussion is ridiculous.
I'll give you an example, and you tell me if I was ultimately wrong. In November of my freshman year of college, I drew #44 in the draft lottery. Nixon ended 2-S deferments a week later, allowing us to remain enrolled in the spring semester if we had already done so, but warning that, if our number came up after the semester ended, or had already come up, we would be drafted. On May 1, twelve days before the semester ended, they were already drafting #56.
My dad, a WWII veteran, didn't want his son going to war. He'd spent three and a half years on the front lines of Europe, with only 55 days of R&R. I, on the other hand, knew enlisting would give me a better chance of avoiding Vietnam than allowing myself to be drafted. Refusing to report was not an option for me, and in that he agreed. He advised, however, against enlisting, thinking perhaps I would not be drafted. That was wishful thinking on his part. I was a college athlete, very able-bodied, and I knew if drafted, I'd pass the physical and be assigned to infantry. So I enlisted, and having my private pilot's license, I selected for rotary wing. I asked the recruiter about selecting for Europe, and he put it in my enlistment contract, but honestly stated they needed rotary wing pilots -- helicopters -- in Vietnam and there was a 50-50 chance the Army would ignore my Europe assignment and send me to Southeast Asia. He turned out to be right. I arrived in-country 21 Oct 71 and was there until well into 1973 on extended stand-down duty.
I lost two birds, and several friends. I was wounded twice. But I lived. Would have I survived an infantry tour? Life expectancies for a Huey pilot averaged seven days. Infantry casualties? Hard to say for sure, but there were some one million men in combat, and 58,174 died. I might have done better in the infantry. But I knew flying. I knew combat flying after my training at Rucker. I know I survived because I was confident in my ability as a pilot. I am not confident I would have survived an infantry tour.
What do you think? Did I dishonor my dad? After you answer, I'll tell you what he said.