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I am a 16 year old male.
I spent the majority of my Christmas holiday in Budapest, Hungary.
I was there with my mother and younger brother.
I only see my mother about twice a year as she lives in a different continent (my parents are divorced and I live with my father). 
My mother has been a smoker for 25+ years. I have tried to talk her out of it but have failed each time.
We had been having a wonderful time in this beautiful city up until this point.

So...

For Christmas eve we had nothing really planned and expected to spend it in our holiday apartment as we normally don't celebrate such an occasion. My mum decided that it would be nice to have dinner at a nearby restaurant. I initially disagreed saying that everything would be closed due to the holiday. However it was eventually settled that, by the slight chance a restaurant would be open, it would be a much better evening to go out rather than being stuck inside an empty apartment.

We wandered the streets for a while and, in time, found a restaurant that was open. I noticed that a sign on the door stated that reservations had to be made prior, however I ignored it and proceeded into the restaurant with my mother and brother. Once in, we were told to wait as a table was being prepared. We waited around 10 minutes before eventually being led to a table at the back of the restaurant.

Things seemed to be going well as we discussed what our next endeavours were as well as commenting on our surroundings in the restaurant (which included a very loud group of people sitting next to us) etc. Our orders were made and we continued to talk. My mother popped out for a cigarette leaving me and my brother at the table. Our food then came (not really important to the story, but I highly reccomend chicken paprikas) and we began eating. 

After a while my brother and I wondered what was taking our mother so long. 

She came back into the restaurant with a stranger she had found outside. She commented that he was looking for some place to have a drink and that she offered him a seat at our table. I thought nothing of this at first but slowly started to get concerned.

Me and my brother introduced ourselves as he sat down. My mother initiated a conversation that took up most of our time at the restaurant. 

He mentioned that he was only in the country for 12 hours and that he had just arrived and had to be heading to a bus later.

The conversation continued until my mother decided to go outside for a cigarette leaving me and my brother alone with the man we had just met.

Awkwardness would ensue as the conversation came to a halt. His questions also became a little bit more personal (directed mostly at me).

My mum came back telling us that the restaurant was kicking us out due to some prior reservations. We abruptly shook hands and said goodbye to the stranger (my mum seemed like she was in a hurry).

As we walked back to the apartment I began questioning my mother on her decision to leave us alone with the stranger (I have to admit I did this in an agressive fashion and that I fully regret my approach to her). She replied that everything turned out fine and that I was mature enough to deal with any situation that could have arised. I brought up certain scenarious that I would have no control over (eg. If my little brother was being touched under the table) and mentioned that this was unlikely to happen in her presence (my mother is quite intimidating unlike myself). She continued to deny that there was anything wrong with the situation putting an emphasis on me having to be responsible over my brother in any situation and that it was a sort of test of my courage. 

I began to get frustrated telling her that it was entirely irresponsible to leave us. She would then comment that I was like my father (she would often does this when she gets angry at me. I loathe the fact that she relates me to her vision of him; a narcissistic perfectionist. I often feel extremely sorry for my father who is set with the task of caring and bringing up me and my brother by himself with little help from her).

The argument continued almost all the way back to the apartment. The increasing tension and anger led her to walk in a different direction. I continued on the path to the apartment, turning around and seeing my mother jingle the keys and flick me off as she walked further away. I told my brother to continue to the apartment as I assumed she would not abandon us.

We got to the apartment eventually and waited for around twenty minutes until she came back angrier than ever.

We got inside and continued to argue. I told her that she is ironically too immature to be telling me to mature. She mentioned that she would refuse to talk as "it is better to harbour anger inside you than taking it outside" (my mother's second tongue is English and this quote is entirely misquoted), to which I responded that it was "some bullshit" she found on Pinterest. I continued to hurl insults at her "spirituality" (where she sought her answers. This was mostly in books about empathic abilities, chakras, indigo children, astrology, tarot cards and whatnot).

I also mentioned a previous argument I had with her
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[This happened about a year ago. During an emotional conversation I opened up to my mother and told her I was suicidal and found life utterly meaningless. We would get into an argument later on where I used the cliché line: "sometimes I wish I was never born" to which she responded "well go and kill yourself then". This would go on to impact me greatly (she has not apologised since)]. 
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and told her that she was so stubborn that she probably wouldn't have regretted saying what she did. She proceeded to flick me off again and walked out the door.

I asked whether my brother agreed with me and found that he was on my side of the argument.

My mother would come back in an hour looking slightly tipsy completely ignoring me. She proceeded to the shower where I could hear her sob quietly. At this point I had to put in my headphones to mute the sound of her crying. 

I waited for her to exit and immediately apologised and was greeted by another "fuck off and go to sleep".

A few hours later after going to my bed (which is the sofa in the living room), I heard my mum go to the kitchen. I got up and attempted to apologise again and I was met by the same fate.

My brother then came out about 20 minutes later telling me he had nightmares about the stranger and that he was scared about whether he had stalked us home or not.

It's now on two months later and the situation still lingers in my head.

I want to state that, depsite being personally insulted by her first, I believe I was completely in the wrong for using ad hominem that had no relevancy to the issue and I have apologised multiple times - I have still been greeted by a blank silence .


I also noted a couple things about the stranger:

- He was tall, a little on the heavier side and had a clean look about him (he was clean shaven and had a new haircut). He was intimidating throughout the ordeal.

- He greeted my brother saying "You must be _____". He then proceeded to greet me with his own name (which was also my name), and THEN asked for my name as he shook my hand. I responded to which he was surprised stating "Oh. that's my name too!". I found this quite odd at the time as I assumed my mum had told him our names prior (as he greeted my brother with his name). I would later question myself whether this may have been an incidental coincidence to "break ice".

- He spoke broken English as it was his third language. He spoke quite confidently but lacked a sizable vocabulary. He would often look to either me or my mother to finish his sentences when he spoke. 

- He was unnaturally aggressive. He would often correct us when we spoke about certain topics that came into the conversation. (Eg. "Our family originates from the South of ______ " to which he would reply "actually that's the East of ______" and then continue basking in his prowess as he explained to us our history; to which we were already fairly familiar). I don't think much of this however, as he seemed to be entirely out of place as demonstrated by his certain mannerisms.

- He would be quite physical with my younger brother at times, often nudging him and touching his hair for an unusual period of time and even kicking him jokingly under the table.

- He noticed that my brother was uninterested in the conversation and offered to "fuck off" to which my mother said that everything was okay and that he should stay. I found this very bizzare as it was entirely unexpected.

- He would ask very personal questions to me specifically. This included: "Do you smoke weed?" and "What is your Gender and what are you interested in?" (Insinuating my sexual preferences). I have to add that I have been told that I have certain feminine features, but this did not garner a question about my sexuality. I did not answer his question. I also found it quite bizzare that he asked these question as he was told I was 16 and that I am not very sociable (by my mother of course). I have yet to mention this to my mother as she was not paying attention at the time.

*Furthermore, I would like to state that this may or may not have any pertinance to the issue at hand*




TL;DR: I commented on my mother's irrational decision to leave me and my little brother alone in a restaurant with a complete stranger. We argued, hurling insults at each other, which ultimately led to me making her cry.


Note: I apologise for the unusual length and structure. I am writing this on my phone as I am still in the process of building a new computer. It is also my first time posting to this subreddit and fourth time posting to Reddit in general (though I have been using the app f

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