I realise by reading this I kind of sound like a spoiled teenager who is complaining about how 'horrible' her parents are, so allow me to actually tell a story from my past that's one of the ones I have difficulty coping with.

(This is a pretty revealing story for me so I might end up deleting this later. My paranoia is telling me that my parents might see this even though they don't even use Reddit. :P)

Anyway, it was Thanksgiving and I woke up to my parents making the dinner for it. They seemed really tense around each other, and I don't really remember what they were angry at each other about, but it's not really important for the story anyway. Anyway, I remember walking over to the TV and watching Don McLean singing American Pie at the Macy's Day parade so this was 2011 or 2012 (so I was 11ish). My mom ended up getting really mad at my dad and they shouted at each other. My mom stormed off outside and to the pull behind trailer we had parked in our backyard. I asked what happened to my dad, and it was the usual "Your mom blah blah blah". I got really nervous because at that time my mom had been threatening divorce and I didn't want that for them. (Now I honestly think it would have been better if they had) I went out and knocked on the trailer door a bunch, trying to get it to open so I could talk to her about what happened and see if I could calm her down.

I ended up knocking on her door so many times that she slammed it open and stormed into the house.

I followed her from a ways away and I can still remember hearing them yelling at each other like they were outside.

As I entered, they lowered their voices and it seemed like they had maybe calmed down, when my mom put a glass in the sink. Suddenly, my dad absolutely freaks the fuck out and starts throwing stuff off the counters. Papers, glasses, plates, everything that was on the counter was on the floor. Then he literally drop kicks the humidifier that we have on the counter pretty much directed at me. He hit the humidifier with so much force that he completely shattered it, causing all the pieces to fly at me. I can even remember feeling a piece skim the top of my head, but I wasn't hurt. https://vicks.com/en-us/shop-products/humidifiers-steam-inhalers/v750-warm-mist-humidifier <= that's the humidifier, for reference.

My dad threw the turkey into the kitchen sink and started actually screaming at my mom. I remember standing in the dining room shaking, picking up the pieces of the humidifier and putting them on the table as my parents yelled at each other.

Finally my mom yelled, "Where's your gun? I'm just going to go shoot myself!" So I turn around and watch as my mom walks to the bedroom and searches wherever the gun was for the gun. She grabs the case and walks into the living room talking about how she doesn't want to live anymore and he's driving her crazy.

I didn't really know what killing yourself meant at the time. I mean, I knew what death was, but I didn't know any kinds of details. So me, being loyal to my mom, piped up and said I would join her. The part that really fucks me up about all of this, is how instead of stopping and telling me "No, existnihilist, you don't want to. You don't understand what this is. In fact, I'm even sorry that I said that in the first place. You shouldn't be hearing that" or something a kin to that, she tells me "okay, existnihilist, you want to kill yourself? You can do it with me, okay?". I'm sure she said this just to try to prove to my dad not only is he driving his wife to wanting to kill herself, but now his own 11-12 year old daughter. But damn. Anyway, we obviously didn't end up killing ourselves. Instead my parents both calmed down, my mom threatened that if he threw stuff again she would call the police, they joked for a second, then they continued cooking and we had Thanksgiving dinner like nothing had happened.

I ended up later finding out that the reason my dad suddenly started throwing stuff was because my mom put a glass in some dish water and it ended up accidentally splashing a bit of water at the turkey which was next to the sink. So all in all, suction and pressure were the reasons for one the biggest meltdowns my parents ever had.

Now I need to take a long shower and try to not think about it.