@CringeyCrispys - I really relate to this! My controlling parents hated the boyfriend I had when I was 18. My parents had actually never met him but knew of him. Anyway, my boyfriend used to live in a different town and one day came up to meet me in my town. We agreed to meet at the station.
I told my parents I was meeting a friend from sixth form called Tasha, who lived in the neighbouring town and was catching the train in to see me (there was a girl by that name in my class who did live in a neighbouring town, but my parents had never met her).
Anyway, my dad insisted on dropping me to the station, despite my (feeble) protests. When we reached the station, my dad told me to go and get Tasha because he'd like to meet her. Obviously, he guessed what I was up to.
I dragged myself out of the car, not knowing what to do. My boyfriend was waiting outside the station. I walked past him, hissing: "don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't follow me."
I still don't know how the idea struck me, but I walked into the station cafe. There were a group of students about my age sitting there chatting. I approached one of them, explained the situation and asked her to pretend to be "Tasha" and come outside with me.
She actually did it! She walked with me to my dad's car and past my boyfriend who was still standing there with a wtf expression his face. My dad looked relieved and disappointed not have caught me out. "Tasha" said hello to my dad and we waved my dad off. Once he'd driven away, I thanked her profusely. She returned to her friends and me to my very confused boyfriend.
Sorry this is long! It just brought back a very suppressed memory from 1997! I still get anxiety when I think about it.