It's days like today when I can honestly say I hate my mother.
I connected to Skype as usual, and the way it works is that it automatically connects to them, so I can hear what is being said at their end when they are still in the next room and not aware I am online.
The elasticated trousers I ordered for dad had arrived. (Remember that I showed them the pictures and asked them if they wanted cotton or denim, and they said denim because they wanted a material that wouldn't be too thin). I could hear mum saying negative things about them and then complaining that she was damned if she was going to pack them up and send them back, so from that I gathered they must be the wrong size.
She then comes on Skype and tells me that dad has been very stressed this morning and has been crying. The trousers arrived, but they are too heavy, and he is very upset about it, etc. etc. At the end of this she lets slip that he hasn't even tried them on. So I said to her, well maybe he can try them on first and then see how they feel. There's no rush. Don't worry about it.
She then goes into the other room to get dad and I heard her say to him "She's really angry with you because you haven't tried the trousers on!", which was a complete lie. At this point I hear my dad start to cry. (I wanted to punch her in the head. I was so angry !)
So dad comes on looking really miserable and I give him a big smile and don't mention the trousers. But he says he can't breathe properly because his chest is tight. I said to him not to worry about anything, it was all okay. He started apologising about the trousers and I just laughed it off and said oh don't worry it's just a pair of trousers. He then said bye bye because he was too upset to talk and went off to the other room where I can hear him start to cry again.
Mum comes back on and I am trying to ask her about dad's chest (he has COPD, emphysema and also asthma so his breathing is always our #1 health concern) but I can't get a word in edgeways. She is off on a rant about the trousers being too heavy. I had to shout to get her to listen and I said that dad had said his chest was tight and had he had his asthma inhaler? She was furious: "He never mentioned that to ME! He never said anything to ME about his chest!" and she was off on one again, the gist this time being that I had made him ill because I had sent him a pair of trousers that were not suitable and this had given him an asthma attack.
This is a classic example of how she plays me off against my dad. The real story is that the trousers arrived, he picked them up and remarked "Oh, they are heavy", and from there she has made a mountain out of a molehill, upsetting dad and then blaming me for it when in fact it's her causing such a commotion about nothing that has upset him.
People ask me why I don't go home more. It's because when I do, I have this 24/7. My dream is to have my mum put into a home and then I could go and look after dad. God. I hate her sometimes.
Sorry for the rant.
LS