But today topped that.
My dad went to the hospital to get a procedure done, trying to find out what's going on with him with some weight loss. They get home, I'm trying to sleep, but not quite there yet. Mother tells me, he has an ulcer.
Well, that doesn't particularly surprise me, with the way those two go at it, and the stress she causes him over every little thing, and money, and the dog, and...yeah, everything.
But holy crap, what she followed that up with.
"So, it's gotta be caused from all the yelling and screaming he does at me, since it's stress related. You think now he'll learn his lesson and be nicer?"
Yessss, because he sits there and plots out that he's gonna yell at you like some old serial villain.
I swear, if I wasn't SO desperately trying to sleep, I would've shot up in my bed, and demanded she try and actually take some damned responsibility, for pushing his buttons, and being a bit of a bitch this past year. She starts a LOT of the fights and gets the yelling going.
I was just...WOW can not believe she said that.