I choose to live apart from my family because they tend to drive me batty. However, I have not been home for the holidays in 5 years, babies have been born, marriages have happened and this was a good year for me to go as far as work. So I drove 12 hours the day before Christmas Eve. It was exhausting but nice to be home. Unfortunately, the minute I walked in the door, my mother started in on me. My hair is too long, I speak too low and too fast, I am overweight, I will have to sleep on the couch, don't let the dogs in, don't eat my food, why are you drinking soda, on and on.
However, God forbid that I point out that my mother drives too fast and doesn't pay attention. That the reason she can't hear me is because she isn't listening. That Facebook is not the beginning and end of everything. That 69 isn't that old and please stop acting like a geriatric on one hand, but you also drink too much wine and roll around on the floor like a teenager. I really tried to keep my mouth shut. Christmas Eve night we were at my sister's house and all Mom did was mess around with their stereo, screwing up the nice Christmas music, at the little kids for making too much noise (they're 8, 3, 2 and 1), drink too much wine, not give me the keys, and almost kill us on the way home. I kept my mouth shut.
Christmas morning we go over to my other sister's house and it starts again. She's on her phone, drinking mimosas, ing at the kids to keep quiet (even though she's the one who bought the loud toys), or go in their rooms so the adults can talk. It's effing Christmas morning! It's kid time! I was so mad. I told her to get off her phone and leave the kids alone.
We go back to her house to get ready for the Christmas afternoon stuff at another family member's home. She's ing, ing, ing.
I snapped and told her to stop playing with the radio while she's driving, to turn it down, to stop asking me "What?", and I said don't you dare go over the gathering today and at those kids. I reminded her that it will be a house full of all the kids, and that she better mind her manners, not drink too much and if you do, I'll be driving home.
When we got back to her house she ordered me out. Told me to get out, she didn't care where I went, not her problem, get out. It's 12:00 on Christmas Day and I had no where to go. So, I drove halfway on the 12 hour trip, got a hotel, bought a turkey sandwich from a gas station, and watched tv. Got up the next day and drove home.
I got a card with a lot of what I call not apologies (I'm sorry I'm old, I'm sorry your hair looks like crap, I'm sorry you talk too low, etc.).
I took her off my social media and have had no contact. Am I in the wrong here? I really don't think I am. Should I be more upset?