I've possibly had the worst evening in my life.
I went to pick my parents up from the airport, and brought them to my flat so they could pick up their car that I kept here for them.
Everything was great. We caught up and made plans for their stay.
My parents car has trouble with its lights. They work but aren't as powerful as they should be (cable issue).
I drove to a garage at my dad's request a week or so ago to get them repaired, but they've failed again. This was a 3 hour round trip for me and meant I couldn't study.
This evening, I had offered my dad a hand with his suitcases, and he responds "No I don't need help, and besides you've done nothing at all". I have done service, after service, after service, after service for him for months on end over this year. The most banal kind of things like mowing his lawn, turning his heating on, checking on his house when it had been burgled, check on the garage's progress with his car repairs and repaint job ( the repaint job span 3 months - I had to make the trip every single time almost every week in that period ). Amongst other things.
I'm at the end of my tether. I'm going to talkabout it to my psychiatrist this week, but I'm utterly bewildered.
My mum was stood there saying "Give it a rest, don't start", whilst my dad is saying the most outrageous things imaginable.
Now I'll get the customary call from my brother saying "Think about dad, he's 80; think about mum because she just fought off cancer". I'm so sick of it. I'm sat here marinating over it, constantly thinking I'm at fault. My mind is blown out.