Ugh. I don’t know what to do.
Background: My mother sees her older sister, my aunt, and my grandmother fairly often, since they’re close by (Aunt lives just a few blocks up from us, Grandmother’s about a 45 minutes drive away). They’re a close-knit family, but they get on each other’s nerves a lot.
About a week or so ago, my parents and I were in the middle of a fight–I was crying, a bit disheveled, and they were fuming. A knock comes on the front door; it’s Aunt and my younger cousin (a really, really sweet, kind-hearted girl), ready to take me out shopping–we’d arranged this date on Christmas Day a while back.
Mum answers the door, tersely snaps that I can’t go and shuts the door on them. Later on, I find out that my aunt phoned my grandmother in tears, who promptly hit the roof and bawled out my mother over the telephone. This, of course, makes us all feel so much better.
Cut to a few days afterwards. I’m working at the store when my younger cousin shows up at the till: “Hey, Kyth, we bought you some clothes when we went out shopping that day… why don’t you come over and try them on?”
I agree, and trudge over through the snowdrifts on my break. The clothes are fabulous–really elegant, stylish, sparkly accessories to match–and I’m thrilled with the gift.
Mum? Not so much.
She finds out, blows up at my aunt, and asks me–after I get home from a very uncomfortable and tense shift at work, worrying and fretting–to return the clothes. She emphasizes that it’s my decision, ultimately, so I do it out of respect for her.
In return, my aunt lets me into her basement, where I turn over the bag while she … well, says some rather hurtful things about my mom while I try to interrupt her and get the hell out of there. (In retrospect, I know I should’ve stood up at that point–I’m not proud of my behaviour during any of this.) She says I can use the clothes any time I want, and as far as I know they’re still sitting down there.
I don’t have any desire to go back there, but I really want to stay friends with my cousins and I don’t want to be part of my mum and my aunt’s argument. I don’t know what to do.