i'm home like 4 times a year, for a couple of days, but thought i'd book the whole 2 weeks at home because i missed my parents and wanted to spend some time at home.
my dad has just basically dismissed my entire presence in this house because he's watching The Monarchy with David Starkey, *recorded* on Sky Plus, and every time i speak, he keeps rewinding it in frustration.
my mother is basically almost dying, and every time it's quiet in the house, all you can hear is her breathing like she's a 200 year old smoker of 80 a day. this isn't a new issue, but one that's gotten so much worse since i came back.
any attempt at normal, human conversation with my parents is greeted with baby talk. all their conversational openers are baby talk. they're annoyed that i won't speak back to them in baby talk, even though i'm 26. apparently i'm "still their little baby" no matter how old i get. when i don't respond, they default to treating the cat in this way, and sharing their drinking water with the cat.
having been out in my home town (Cramlington), can confirm that i'm the oldest person here and sadly (?) none of the 17 year old girls are remotely interested.
my parents are genuinely insane and dying (not just your standard family hassles) and i can't deal.
tomorrow will see the visitation of my little sister and at least 4 of her friends, all of whom actively hate the jews, even though they've probably never met anyone jewish in their life. apparently, they tk r jurbs.
is anyone having a more genuinely psychotic christmas than me? if so, please please share. i *cannot* wait to get back to london.