I don't know where to start. My family is quite dysfunctional - not a lot of care/love/support. Narc mum with enabler dad further complicated by mum showing early signs of dementia.
I've woken up with shingles (second timer), feel like crap but get up, get showered etc and head downstairs to pitch in. Let them know I've got shingles, get told I should take it easy by mother. I crack on with hoovering the downstairs and tidying up (place is huge and random shit all over the place to give some context). No problem, happy to help out and pitch in.
Brother and sister currently doing nothing to help then announce they're going to the beach with the dog. Great, I'd like to go but aware of how much needs to be done so crack on with prepping veg for the meal.
Dad is cleaning the chandelier at this point and mum is in the kitchen flapping around. I ask her if she could pour me drink while I'm working. She starts throwing a fit about how demanding i am and that we should wait for everyone to come back. I say that surely as I'm busy working i can have a glass of champagne?!
No, no I can't and how dare I act like a spoiled child, demanding all the time?!?!
She then storms out leaving me alone to continue prepping. I'm then stood doing the sprouts over the sink and having a little cry, i feel so alone.
Then both mum and dad come back in and dad pours me a drink. Hallelujah!
I ask mum what time she's planning dinner for, to get a tirade of how it was meant to be at 2pm blah blah whinge whinge.
So I just say "hold on, what time do you want dinner, it's 12pm now so 2pm is out of the question as turkey not even in yet."
My dad steps in and shouts at me to stop demanding and speaking to my mother like that?!?! Wtf. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone. All i want to know is when to put the veg in!
I shouted at him to stop enabling her behaviour - I know, I shouldn't have but I'm sick of her treating me like a servant who must never question or clarify anything.
Dad just basically told me to "fuck off home". So, like a child I'm in my room wondering where the fuck it all went wrong and what the hell I am doing here.
I've not cried this much all year. I'm tempted to just fuck off home (4hrs away) like dad suggested and take their presents with me to return next week.
AIBU? Am i mad or are they right?! I just don't know if I am being a spoiled brat like they say.
Sorry for long rant. That's not even the half of it 😔