Michael does not want me to call my parents because he figures they will just verbally berate me some more, but I don't see that I have a choice.
I don't really know what else to say about any of this.
EDIT: Michael was right. I shouldn't have called home. I hate my parents. Sure enough, just as he said, it became my fault for not taking care of the car. Never mind that the oil was changed on time and the real problems started after my father's mechanic, who is a fucking idiot, worked on it. I hate my parents.