You want to know? Really? Because I don't mind telling you. It was pretty retarded. 99% accurate transcript:
*Grandma sits down to table, just me and her - parents preparing dinner*
Grandma: "We (me and her) had a discussion. He's going to take me home after dinner."
Me: "Yeah, it's no problem. I haven't made plans."
My mother is noticeably upset. She's pacing in and around the kitchen, with a stern look. I get up.
Me: "Ok, let's go in here and talk. I wanna know what's up."
Mom: "I'm not in the mood for talking, thank you."
Me: "Alright, I just don't want you looking all angry for the next hour."
I sit back down. The two of us begin eating. My dad joins us, then finally my mom. Mostly quiet for a long time.
Mom: "I think we should have a Christmas toast."
*comments, toast*
Mom: "And next year maybe it would be best if we went our seperate ways for Christmas."
Dad: "That's a strange comment to make after a toast."
Me: "Yeah, really. That sounds like a suggestion from someone in a sound state of mind. I'm sure you won't regret it tomorrow."
Mom: "Nope."
*time passes*
Mom: "This is really a wonderful meal."
Grandma: "Yes, you've done well."
Me: "And the company is fantastic."
At this point I couldn't help but say it with a huge grin on my face. It was very relieving. My parents were a little choked, though.
Mom: "I don't think that was a very nice comment."
Me: "What? I don't have a fucking clue what's going on here, so I'm just going to laugh about it. Let me stay sane."
*nothing*
Turns out:
My Grandma was supposed to stay the night. But I didn't have this explained to me until afterwards. She has Alzheimers and doesn't make rational decisions.
My mom and dad are both a little stressed from Christmas. We had several people over earlier. It was great. But things got hectic and culminated. They want to keep things simple in the future, but my mom isn't quite normal right now, so thinks we should just avoid each other or something next year. Which, granted, would be fine by me.