My mother, the bitch, ladies and gentlemen

As most of you know my apartment flooded Saturday night. Ever since then she has told any and everyone who will listen that she's appalled at the condition of my apartment, as if it's my fault the upstairs neighbors' toilet overflowed. Vic and I are having to stay with her and my father this week, yay! *very sarcastic*, and they will talk about me like I can't hear them. I've also been ill since Saturday, as in physically ill, and they don't seem to care. Yesterday I started feeling better so we went over to my apartment and got some stuff done then had lunch. While eating I got to feeling bad again. When my father came home I'm not sure what my mother said at first but all of a sudden I heard my father say something about not caring then my mother said that I had done some stuff but after I ate lunch I got to feeling bad again. My mother also told the apartment manager that she would personally make sure my apartment never looked like that again, once again as if it's my fault the toilet overflowed. She told my father, knowing I could hear her, that the manager said 'You have no idea how much I appreciate that.' I know I'd never be able to handle this on my own but I really wish they'd leave me alone when it comes to how I keep my own fucking house!