Ok, so you remember that parking ticket I said I managed to get a while back? Of course you do.
So today about five minutes after I come home my parents are in the kitchen, my father has been cooking dinner and my mother's telling him about some work related stuff of no real note. At some point my father asked something along the lines of "do we know what's going on with that parking ticket", well one thing leads to another and suddenly my mother is going berserk because she feels my father laying too much responsibility on her for expecting her to know what was going on with the ticket... or something. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to make sure the ticket was taken care of, but she didn't seem to see it that way. Pretty soon she's screaming at the top of her lungs hitting my father with various condiment bottles and chases him out of the house throwing the bottles at his car as he drives off.
After a little while my father calls and tells me I should go ahead and eat dinner since he'd just finished cooking it, so I set the table, serve up dinner, call my brother up and eat my dinner because god damn it it had been a long day and I was hungry. I eat dinner while my mother asks about the ticket "I'd set up the appeal and everything, but had yet to hear back from them", we eat dinner mostly in silence apart from the point where my mother asks my brother to get the bottle of honey mustard from the front lawn...
I go back to the computer and I start looking into some homework stuff, my father has come back while we were eating dinner and is working at something on his laptop, in about fifteen minutes my mother comes back and starts flipping out again, she slams his laptop shut and starts picking it up and slamming it on the table while shouting at him. there's some argument about finances, she demands my father get the money that's in a British bank account over here, then demands that he buy her a plane ticket back to England, and that if he doesn't she's just going to use her money to buy the ticket herself so he'd better do it. Then she winds up throwing things around the room, including my precalc book, a bag, some folders, cards against humanity, and goodness knows what else was on hand. This ends up as happens far too often with my father pinning my mother on the floor and asking her to calm down, she's biting at him and spitting and proclaiming she's going to call the police. She screams for my brother to come upstairs, he does, she then asks him to get my father off of her, he asks why he should do that given that she started the entire argument to begin with.
She responds to this by denying she started the argument and that my father started it by not doing what he should be doing and complaining about being horrible in bed... or rather by her complaining about being horrible in bed... seriously. She seemed to become rather incoherent at this point, not that she's particularly good at making coherent points when she's in this state anyway, but at this point she was particularly bad. She then threatens to kill my father, proclaiming she's going to stab him. My brother says my father should just let him up because she's never going to be able to kill him because she knows that he, my brother, would be sure to kill her first, and that she knows he's capable of it. My father says that's not funny, my brother says of course it's funny, the entire world is funny especially the pathetic and miserable parts like "you" (to which I presume he meant my mother and father).
At this point I just left the house. I called up a friend, drove over to their place, and just hung around a little bit, I basically just cried for a while (I really wasn't expecting to, but I sort just starting sobbing on the way over, I'm sure you all know how these things can be), then when I'd calmed down a bit we went to the mall, wandered around what shops were still open and went to see a movie. Not a hugely good one but whatever, it helped take my mind off of things. Went back to her place, I considered just staying the night on the couch or something but I'm not sure how well I would have slept and I figured I'd have to come back at some point anyway. So after waiting around an hour or so I just drove home.
There are still several condiments sitting out there and I nearly slipped in a puddle of some kind of vinaigrette on my way back in. My father's asleep in a chair downstairs, my mother's presumably in bed.. and I'm deeply concerned at my ability to cope with this stuff while trying to revise for a big exam that's coming up.
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