This is the sound of my head splitting

I try not to rant too much on this blog because I don't want to be certified, just yet. But every now and then, I have to unleash my viler self here just so that to the rest of the non-blog-reading world I can maintain my facade of being a sane, logical and rational lawyer.

The subject of my latest rant is yet again, and once again, and for the umpteenth time: my parents. There are many ways of dealing with parents I know, but what do you do with parents who emotionally blackmail you? I don't know what to do with them. If I could, I would go on a holiday and not come back. But as it is, I don't have that much holiday left, and what holidays I have I am planning to spend with M., so I feel trapped. M. is going on holiday with his chums to Cancun. I want to go too, even if it is a bachelors' do. Damn it, shouldn't I be allowed to chug beer and drown my sorrows?

"Take a step back," M. says. So I took a step back. I am in my late twenties, still (surprisingly) gainfully employed as a lawyer, I have no cashflow crisis or debt/cash ratio problem, so why is it that I cannot deal with my parents without turning into a raving ranting lunatic?

Yesterday I threw the phone receiver down so hard on its cradle after a conversation with my Dad that the machine actually started vibrating like a cymbal in an orchestra. Then I threw - but only the papers I know are useless - papers across the room into my closed door. My secretary came in when she figured I'd sworn enough times.
"Having a fight with your boyfriend?" she asked.
"No. My parents. They are driving me crazy," I said. My secretary started picking up the papers I'd thrown, making me feel like a prize idiot.
"Please leave them - I'm the one who threw them, I should be picking them up," I said.
"No, please, at least let me do this for you. Parents can make you upset sometimes," she said.

Well today I had a massive shouting sesh with my Mum, so now I have a headache. Where's that ticket to Cancun when you need one? I know I need to be more calm in dealing with my parents, I know they can't help themselves because they are a product of their own upbringing and whatnot, I know they are like this because they are. But honestly, can't they just be a little bit more logical about things? Honestly, can't they just listen to anything I'm saying? Honestly?

Gah. I need a drink.