Is OTHER wrong in the post ? POST : I'm a M 17 and as the title suggests I haven't spoken with my mom at all recently because of a string of things that have gone down. I feel I might be stubborn, but I feel like I should stand with my conviction. Let me know, am I the asshole?

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Warning, this is a bit of a read.

For background, my mom isn't the smartest of people. She is spineless and a great procrastinator but I love her. She had a friend (his name is Kyle, changed) who she had a kid with. She suggested that they were still friends despite his failure to attend the child or even show up to the hospital during her labor, which I witnessed. Kyle, in my opinion, was an asshole. Not only because he was an absent father, but he took the victim role in all arguments my mom put up against him. But this post isn't about Kyle.

Despite the obvious signs, my mom stayed with him. Both me and my father had warned her and told her to get away from the guy because he was a scumbag, etc etc that didn't end well. They don't talk anymore and she was left in the dust as the two of us thought.

Jumping forward, my mom lives in a two-story house that my dad owns and rents the top floor to some guy (we'll call him James). James had lived up there long before my dad bought the house and he had a girlfriend for about four months. Not long after my mom moved in, though, she started to get really friendly with the upstairs tennant, even though she knew that he had a girlfriend and that she was being a homewrecker. This made me lose a lot of respect for my mom, even when I tried to convince myself that she was an adult and could make her own decisions. This was something that really bothered me, enough to make me stay out of her house for a few weeks before Thanksgiving.

On Thanksgiving day, I went to a party with my entire family at my Grandparents house. Big, busy and very full of commotion. I drove myself up to the house alone and my mom drove up my two little brothers, who both stay with her at her house. The party was great, stayed there for a good amount of time. My mom on the other hand wanted to go home because my youngest brother, the child of Kyle, was acting up. She yelled to me from across the room to drive my middle brother (14) home because he wanted to stay longer.

My car didn't have the gas to drive the distance between my mom's house and my dad's house, not to mention the thirty minute drive back from my grandparents. I told her that I couldn't drive my brother home and told her no. She became angry and escalated, threatening me and yelling from across the room in front of family. Long story short, that was embarrassing and I ended up needing to get money from a grandparent for the gas because I didn't have money on me and my mom refused to lend me cash before leaving. Between then and Christmas, we didn't talk much unless she needed me to watch my little brother.

Finally, getting to the height of the argument, Christmas day. Another party at my grandparents house that I had gone to, the same driving situation as Thanksgiving. Had a wonderful time with family but I had to leave early because I had to work the next morning and I didn't want to be really tired. I went downstairs, where my brother was with my aunt and cousins, to tell him I was heading out. My aunt, who came with her boyfriend and three kids, had no way to get home except to wait for my grandparents (moms side) to finish playing cards and driver her home. Like me, she and boyfriend had work, which I understood. I agreed to drive the two of them and their kids home.

But my mom had other plans; the moment she heard that I was heading out, she asked me to drive my brother home. My brother hadn't asked to stay longer, but she knew he wanted to leave. Again, like Thanksgiving, I said no. Not because I didn't want to, but because my tiny Ford Fusion wasn't going to drive more than four people, let alone six excluding me. This put off my mom, and she demanded that I do so. But, again, I declined. What she said next took me so off guard that I thought she was joking:

"Drive your brother home in the trunk, then, I dunno!"

At first I just laughed because I thought she was entirely joking. Driving home on Christmas by itself with so many passengers was dangerous alone because of common drunk drivers, but with my brother in the trunk with the many presents and bags? That wasn't going to happen. Once I realized she was being serious, I firmly told her that I wasn't going to do that. Not only did it threaten the legality of my driving and my license, but it threatened my little brother's life because if I had gotten into a car accident he would die. In that, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

Following some back and forth, she threatened to call my dad and have him force me. Which, thinking back on it, I should've just waited on the call and had him tell her off there and then. But I am deathly scared of my dad, and on Thanksgiving I had gotten in trouble with him about what happened then. Didn't want that to happen twice, so I walked away to start my car. Hoping she would forget about it if she thought for a second.

Coming back in, she demanded, again, that I drive my brother home *in the trunk*. Though she went on to say that she got off the phone with my dad and that he told me to do as she said. Shocked and utterly in disbelief, I loaded my car full of people, bags, and inevitably, my brother in the trunk.

I drove for over ten miles under five miles under the speed limit having a panic attack, trying not to burst into tears in the front seat. Scared of getting my brother killed until I dropped off my aunt and put him in the front seat.

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Skip ahead some days, I learned my dad never spoke with my dad on the phone and he agreed that I shouldn't have done anything like put my brother in the trunk. This made me furious, and since then, I refused to say a word to my mom. I felt cheated and offended that she would put her son in harms way to win that argument, or prove a point... I wasn't sure what she was thinking.

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TLDR; mom forced me to drive my brother in the trunk because of overcrowding, refused to see her since

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Am I the asshole here? I tried telling it neutrally, let me know if you need more info.