[Sundae]

Mum flipped out over Christmas dinner and yet somehow it's all now my fault.
Neither of my parents are talking to me.
The last thing Mum said to me was something about Dad not putting cutlery on the table, "He thinks we eat with our fucking hands obviously!"

It's been building for a while because of her bruised leg.
Since I've lived here we've gone out on Christmas Eve, into town and had a meal and drinks. Nothing fancy, just a pub meal, but it's kinda traditional now (Ste joined us last year and it was lovely, I posted pictures somewhere).

This year she decided that as it hurts to sit down (despite spending all week on the sofa) she wouldn't be going out. Dad wouldn't go without her. So they gave me some money and sent me into town to go alone. The money bit was nice, but it isn't possible to be alone on Christmas Eve, surrounded by people absorbed in friends and family, and not feel lonely. She asked me to bring them a Subway back, so I walked into town, got us all Subways and came home.

Christmas Day we were all going to go down the Dairy Maid for a drink.
No, Mum decided she couldn't risk it.
Dad and I went alone at her behest.
She was grumpy when we came back.

She got worse as the day went on, despite Dad helping in the kitchen and me calling, asking if I could help (ignored). Then there was the debacle of he table, where everything Dad did was wrong, and Mum shouting at him.

By the time we sat at the table I was almost tearful. Nothing had gone as planned, Mum was FURIOUS and still making nasty asides. I was finding it hard to eat. I did not say a word. She stormed out into the kitchen, halfway throught the meal and started washing up. And that was that. I couldn't eat any more - Dad took away both our nearly full plates. I asked if there was anything I could do - no said Dad - you'll just make it wirse.

We sat and watched Christmas TV while Mum sat in her room.
Since then, neither parent has spoken to me.
I've been hiding out in my room. Mum disappeared for hours yesterday and has been gone for hours today. No idea where (Dad is gone too). I suspect Mum has made the decision not to wash any of my clothes, given a comment she made to Dad. Yeah good luck - when I'm not at school I slob about in the same outfit for two days at a time. I'm sure one pair of knickers a day will make a huge ifference to your martyr's load!

Sigh.
I don't understand how she can possibly have translated her own 2 hour bitching session into something I have done wrong.

My sister and family were due here this afternoon/ evening.
I have a horrible suspicion that this has either been cancelled or relocated without my knowledge.
I'm trying to be kind, but I think I'll probably get drunk instead.