I have lived with my maternal family ever since I was born. I get along with them just fine but I get especially well with this aunt who is like a second mother to me as she helped raise me.
she’s nice, loving and very caring but sometimes, she gets angry without any valid reason and she can lash out at anyone. I do my best to be as understanding as possible but in some rare occasions, I just can’t anymore.
I’ve been struggling with depression ever since I was 11 and one times when I was 17, my blood pressure when so high, I couldn’t feel my arm (it returned back to normal after a few days with the help of anxiety medication. the reason behind this was my deadbeat dad). I’ve been fine since then except for the occasional stress.
well, yesterday, my aunt was as usual angry without any reason and she seemed tired. she asked me to make dinner so I said sure and I went to find a recipe. evening rolled around and it was time I started making dinner so I went to the kitchen to find my aunt had already made most of dinner and was waiting for me to come and finish what she started. I got a bit mad because why would she ask me to make any dinner I wanted when she made dinner on her own and expect me to finish making it.
now there is this thing about me in the kitchen, I don’t like touching other people’s food until it’s finished and I don’t like them touching mine (this makes me sooo anxious, I don’t know why) so I just told her I’m not gonna make dinner anymore and I left the kitchen to avoid anymore conflicts.
when I agreed to make dinner, I thought she was tired and that she wound take a nap while I’m making it but she didn’t seem that tired anymore as she had finished most of dinner anyway.
she didn’t seem to like my response so she stopped talking to me for the rest of the evening and then by 10 she started talking to me so I though like there is nothing wrong anymore, well, wrong. by 1 AM, when everyone was going to sleep, she got angry at me again for apparently the same reason as before. no one reminded her of it or anything she just decided that she wanted to be angry at me.
she started yelling at me, threw my phone at me all the while I didn’t say anything. in bed, I stared stressing out, my chest started hurting and I had a feeling like there are needles in my right arm and I wanted to cry.
when I woke up this morning, she was making breakfast, she completely ignored and then slammed my plate on the table. I wanted to cry and the pain in my chest returned and I had a feeling like I was about to throw up. so I just left without eating anything.
Not sure if she is having menopause.
she followed me to my room yelling at me for disrespecting her by not eating anything (I just couldn’t, I felt like I would vomit). I chose not to say anything because I didn’t want to make her angrier. she kept yelling for sometime before she left and now she keeps telling everyone that I’m making her to be the bad guy in this whole situation and I’m an ahole.