Me (20M) am staying with my Mom (mid 50's) and dad (early 60's) for the summer since I csnt stay on campus. I don't have a great relationship with my mom since she's very selfish and allergic to accountability. Growing up she would make comments about my weight, my hair, etc and has perpetually made me feel inferior. I thought things were getting better with me leaving for college, on my first day back we went out to get pedicures and it was mostly really nice. I ended up telling her about my best friend dying at the start of the semester (to no comment) and generally just kept her company.

However that night I realized I forgot my laptop charger and asked when my parents were next going to their house upstate (they go pretty frequently) and she said within 2 days. I said perfect, since I can get most of my work done with the percentage I have left and just wait to go. However she pretty heavy handedly gave me my old switch charger and told me to use it. I took it, went to the room, and remembered that it was broken and couldn't be used. This is where I might be the asshole. I came back told her it was broken and was about to leave it at that but it was then she gave me 2 other chargers, one that works for my laptop port with a plug and another that I could use on my controller. She said the plug was a good fast charger and it might work so I very begrudgingly took it and used the plug since I had my own wire, and put the white one aside and forgot about it. I guess I just never remembered to just give that part back. Mind you, this all happened with me saying repeatedly I just want to get my laptop charger because a phone charger is too weak.

The next night she asks for the charger back and I bring her the plug. She says she wants the wire and me, confused, go back to the room look around and only find the black one. I'm kinda confused and give it because she can't use that black one and she starts screaming in my face about a white charger. I tell her I don't have a white charger and she starts screaming in my face and calling me a liar. I invite her to search the room herself because I have nothing to hide, so she matches into my room and looks and can't find it. She then complains about my room being messy (it's all her stuff, just mountains of purses and junk that she put in there- all I have is 2 containers for my shoes and my two suit cases.) and screaming at me calling me a liar. Literally screaming so loud my ears are ringing. Over a single charger. I say I didn't have the charger and her screaming at me isn't going to change that and she starts tapping my face. I tell her don't touch me and how is it that I'm a liar because she is misremembering. I now know I'm wrong for that, because she wasn't, but over the years she has misremembered shit she said I've done/she did and never had she apologized. I literally show her the black wire I've been using and that I don't have her charger and finally my dad comes in and searches and eventually finds it while she's yelling and hollering. She snatches it and marches off to keep screaming about it.

I lay in my bed and literally just start crying because of the whole situation. Being screamed at for being a liar is something she has done my entire life but it really just sent me over the edge, and not remembering the wire made it even worse because I felt like now she gets to hold that over my head. She leaves for a week to go babysit upstate and I just spend the week home alone with just my dad after work and she comes back yesterday afternoon and when I say what's up she completely ignores me as she tries to just put away groceries. I had said hi to try and start a conversation so I could eventually apologize over the charger situation but with her ignoring me I'm like mmmk, and just take them from her and start to put them away without a word. I go to my room and we don't interact for the rest of the day.

Then we come to today. I'm making a sandwich and she comes in, ignores me again, and at this point I'm like 'okay...so this what we doing now?' in my head, but again I say nothing. She comes in a while later while I'm still cooking and she says that she is ignoring me because I never apologized and how I chose to argue instead of look. I say how am I supposed to apologize when you won't talk to me and how I did try and look and she cuts me off telling me how I did raise my voice (I never did) and calls my dad to complain to him about me in my face (her signature tactic). She then complains about how she always apologizes for everything (she has NEVER apologized to me) and how now she doesn't even want the apology because I'm trying to argue again. I breathe in and out, take my food and immediately leave to my room to take a nap because I'm overwhelmed again.

A few hours later my dad calls me and asks me to get dressed and help my mom carry some stuff because he's stuck in traffick and won't listen. I tell him she literally won't talk to me and I can't, and he hangs up I guess not fully hearing me. My logic was if she asks me herself to help her then of course I will, but she won't talk to me and is being this dramatic over a phone charger so no I don't wanna get out of bed and deal with her and HELP HER again. Then I hear through the door again like an hour or so later about how upset she is that I didn't want to help.

So...am I the ass hole?