I completed my move yesterday.

It went badly.

My parents are absolutely livid. Or, rather, my mother is angry beyond the telling and my father is more mildly upset.

A few things must be understood before I launch into this, though:

1) I've been saying since July that I wanted to move out as soon as I obtained employment for the semester. Granted, I've said I was going to move out at such-and-such a date in the past and not had it pan out.

2) A few days before my parents left on their vacation, I was (openly) moving boxes over to m'love's apartment.

3) I've been saying for a couple weeks that I wanted to be out by the end of October. November first is a week today.

4) My parents were pissed off at me before they left.

The conflict started yesterday morning. My mother was upset that my brother and I didn't buy groceries while they were gone (keep in mind that they went out of their way to make sure that everything was provided for before they left and that never before have they expected this) that dinner was not provided for when they got back (they got home at 5:00; I wasn't expecting them until 7:00) and that they had to go grocery shopping that morning.

It escalated from there. I told them the night before that I was wanting to get the rest of my stuff moved in the morning. Understand that I neither asked nor implied that I required their help. When the morning came around and I told them that I was getting started, they blew up. I was told that I am inconsiderate, disrespectful and that I was inconveniencing them. I was told that under no circumstances was I moving furniture without supervision and my dad's direct involvement. I was all but told that I was a moron for having moved shelves before they got home. Or, more precisely, my mother did most of the telling. My father was remarkably quiet.

I agree with one of the few things my father did say, that I should have discussed this more with them. Apparently, they were under the impression that I wouldn't actually be moving until next weekend. Though m'love disagrees, I was a little too ambiguous in conveying the timing. My dad seemed more irritated about that than anything, particularly since he felt obliged to help and they had things to get done. I can accept that. I could have handled that better.

My mother refuses to have anything more to do with me right now. I get the distinct impression that she will be following through on her threat to shut the door on me should I come to her for help. She told me that she feels like a nobody in her own home and that this is proof positive that I have been treating her like one. I do not respect her and I make only a token effort to relate to her. M'love does not respect her, either. She told me that I have been selling myself short in the job department, and that I'm screwing myself over because I, as a trainee, am not getting many hours yet.

Furthermore, she forsees exactly two outcomes to my actions here -- either m'love and I will get on famously, or I'll be left destitute and come crawling home, in which case she may well turn me away. As far as she's concerned, there will be no major change for her with me moving out, because I do nothing to contribute to the family anyway. She's glad to see my backside, because she's sick of dealing with me and I need to learn what family really means. On top of it all, she's certain that my new circumstances will be a terrible shock to me, because I can't manage money and couldn't be bothered to make the effort required to run a household.

When I tried to say goodbye to her yesterday, she snubbed me.

It's going to take a while before I feel something resembling normal or on track again. I by no means anticipated that the situation would escalate to this degree.

M'love holds the position that my parents were looking for something to be upset about and that this would have gone similarly not matter how it had been handled. He tells me that they have been inconsistant in their expectations of me. At the moment, I'm not really sure what to believe. My parents have an amazing ability to make me feel like a colossal screw-up, but at the same time, I recognize valid concerns in what I've been told.

I have exams to study for.