Shattered
07-30-2010 Friday
In hopes of still keeping some things private, I decided to leave some details out in this post. Read between the lines, if you could.
I got a shocking news about Alex today, which until now, I'm having a hard time believing if I did hear the right thing. All I wanted is to have a peaceful rest day, but I should've known that with this kind of life I have, no day is ever predictable.
Everything was fairly okay, I was able to sleep well while Alex was away trying to make some money. I was not prepared at all for what was about to come. If there ever was a premonition, it doesn't look like that, everything looked as normal as it could be, even when the people who live in the next room asked for Alex's cellphone number, it didn't struck me as odd.
One of the boarders called me while I was fixing the bed. I usually leave the door open so it wasn't hard for them to find me. He told me Lesbo Bitch was calling me upstairs. I was curious on why would she wanna talk to me, we recently paid the rent, so I knew it's not about money, I was simply curious, it didn't occur to me that something is very wrong. There were no warning signs as I walk up the stairs.
Lesbo Bitch sat up on the bed when she saw me peek in her room. She has this weary look on her shitty face but still, I didn't take it as a bad sign, the weary look matches her face just fine.
"Have a seat." she adjusted her fat ass in the bed, and motioned for me to seat on the edge of it.
I did.
"It's about Alex." she said, looking really serious. "I should've told you some of these things before. I guess it slipped my mind. Now that something happened again, I realized I should tell you everything."
She began telling me about the incident that happened while I was gone, and also, some of it, while I was just in the room, asleep. Then, she went on telling me about the things that has happened before when Alex was still staying in the room beside hers. While she was telling me all the censored details about every incident, I felt like my entire world was slowly being shattered. Part of me wondered if she was really referring to MY Alex.
I was half listening to her when she got to the part where she was asking me if I'm really sure about wanting to be with Alex for good. I was thinking if she's telling me all this for me to leave Alex, to go home back to my parents, because that thought is far more acceptable rather than accepting everything she was telling me.
I could feel myself sweating. I waited for the pain to come. Surprisingly, it didn't. I'm guessing it will come after my denial stage. Yes, I am in denial about the whole thing. I find it hard to believe that Alex would do that to me, impossible. I've seen him trying to change himself to be a better person, matter of fact, he's trying his best to get a job for us. I'm sure he wouldn't do those obscenities. He wouldn't hurt me now, would he?
After talking to Lesbo, I went back to our room downstairs. This incident involved the people next room to us. They were in the dining table just outside our room. I couldn't face them. As much as I would like to talk to them, especially the girl who was supposedly violated, I couldn't find the strength to do so. I wanna know the entire story, but I'm not ready yet. The initial heads up was already too much to take. I can only take one pain at a time. Maybe I can talk to her tomorrow.
When Alex came home, I pretended to act like the usual. We had dinner. We had regular talks eventhough I can already feel him being slightly bothered about something.
Before going to sleep, I decided to talk to him seriously, trying to get him to 'fess up.
"Do you have any problem, Love?" I asked, holding his face.
He shook his head no.
"Tell me everything ok? I will understand. I'm here." I said.
He nodded.
"Love, do you love me?"
"Yes. Very much." he replied, kissing the tip of my nose.
"Love, you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, right?" I asked.
"Of course." he said.
I wanted to believe him. But why would these people make up stories like that against him? "You know, I appreciate all your efforts. I can see you're changing back to the Alex that I've fallen in love with a year ago..and I love you more for that. If you have any problems, lemme know ok? I'm always here for you. You promised me you wouldn't hurt me anymore, and I believe you. You wouldn't break a promise right?"
"Yes." he said, hugging me.
"Fine. Good night." I closed my eyes, but I didn't fell asleep immediately. My mind is filled with unwanted thoughts. It's agonizing. I can't wait for tomorrow to come. I have to talk to certain people. I have to listen to everyone involved, maybe with that, I'll get a better understanding on this matter.
Labels: alex, bitch, lesbo, obscenities, pink crimson, revelation, shattered
Still Full of Hate
07-09-2010 Friday
Instead of being greeted by the smiling gramma who always looked so delighted in seeing me come home, I saw a sullen, weary-looking gramma walking around the house when I came home earlier this morning. My heart sank and I instantly knew that something was wrong. I bet it's about my mom even though she appeared sane as she played with Damien on the floor. There's always something wrong with her no matter how normal she looked on the outside, and I've always gotten the short end of the stick that's why I knew better.
I kicked my shoes off of my feet and put my bag down. I hugged Damien, who was wagging his tail and shaking his butt non-stop, undeniably happy to see me. I can hear my gramma talking aloud, she was saying
"It's always me who does everything in this house, what will happen without me? Who will cook? Who will prepare the food?" she kept on walking around, holding a ladle in one hand, and a pot holder on the other,
"Didn't even think that someone is gonne come home hungry. Didn't even bother waking up to prepare food. What will happen to the brain if it stopped working?"It was about my mom alright. I thought she's already helping out in the house chores? The last time I was home, she even did the laundry and washed the dishes. What the fuck is going on again?
I'm beginning to take back what I said about me trying to love her and maybe appreciate her as my mother again. I'm also starting to realize that maybe she didn't really give a fuck about me or my gramma. Yeah, she acted like she cared a few weeks after she got out of the rehab, but now, months after, uhhh, almost 4 months after to be specific, she's nothing but a moving stone statue. Cold. Devoid of emotions. Empty.
My hate is rising back to the surface. I want her gone. I want her out of our lives, for good. If she'll continue caring less about my gramma having to do all the chores in the house then she might as well be sent back to the rehab, be locked up in a stinking room all by herself and be completely forgotten. I'm trying to be okay with her not having a job as long as she tries to help my gramma in the house. Besides, it'll better for her to do some physical work because she's always complaining about feeling weak, legs like jelly, arms hurting, fuck all those bullshit reasons!
We've taken her to the doctor about those complaints, they did all the lab tests shit and guess what, nothing comes up! Nothing is freaking wrong with her fucking body system! Matter of fact, the doctor said it's fine for her to work!What's that all about?! I was so mad earlier because I hate seeing my gramma tired from working and doing everything in the house. She was in the kitchen, preparing my breakfast when I talked to her. She calmed down while talking to me. She asked me how I'm doing, if I'm hungry, if it's okay that she has only prepared hotdogs for my breakfast. In spite of the weary eyes looking back at me, I can tell that she's still the gramma who cared a lot.
I have to think of something. Something that will make my mother snap back to the reality in front of her. It's July. By the end of August, I'll be on leave for a few months, without pay. How can we survive if I wouldn't get paid? She needs to have a fucking job. She needs to put the pieces of her back together for her own sake. God, it's been months after she was released from the rehab, and until now, she's acting like she needs to be sent back there for eternity.
I've thought of people, some of our relatives, that can maybe talk some sense into her empty mind. Anyone please help. It has to be the first option: Get someone to talk to her. If I have to ask her uncle, or my aunt, or anyone that can talk her, hell, I don't care if I have to go as far as asking my dad to call her just to make her realize that she fucking needs to get up on her feet for the sake of her mother and only daughter!
Seriously, if you'll ask me what my first option would be, I would say send her ass back to the rehab! She has become the type of person that doesn't make a difference in the world whether she exists or not. That's because she
DOES NOTHING.Maybe I will burn in hell for saying things like this but I can't help myself! I tried loving her again. We tried to understand her, to the point that my gramma and I have to make sacrifices. And what did she do after everything we've done for her? Nothing. The ungrateful bitch did nothing for us.
The one thing that bitch is good at? Flirting with different men. I've learned not to turn my cellphone on when I'm at home because if I don't and I happen to have some prepaid load, she would text these men she met on the internet. Then, when I leave the house, I would receive nasty messages from these men. I've told my gramma about it but I don't think she has confronted my mom in regards to that.
Okay, don't get me wrong, I'm fine with her having another guy, like, for real. I want her to find someone and get married again. Maybe that will make her forget about my dad once and for all. I just don't like her having different dudes at the same time. Mind you, these guys she's texting does not even include the one she has brought home before. I don't wanna say the word whore..but oh well..did I just say it?
I am officially the hateful daughter. If this is all too much to take, you can now leave and ban this site for fear of any negative influence on an innocent mind. I'm just so tired of her being full of shit.
This situation gives me another headache. I've been thinking a lot of things lately that I sometimes feel like my head is gonna explode. When will all this problem end? I want a peaceful life, that's all I'm askin' for, why is it so hard to get? Either give me an answer or a gun to shoot the people I hate.
Labels: ANGER, bitch, daughter, gramma, HATE, pink crimson, useless bitch
Losing More of It
01-18-2010 Monday
I'll be losing more money, I'm starting to accept that fact after we visited my mom in the rehab and I found out that they can't discharge her on the 24th because her doctor did not leave any memo or anything that she can go out by the 24th. Her doctor went to the US to attend some, I don't know doctor stuff maybe. She was temporarily replaced by a substitute doctor whom I was able to talk to and she's the one who told me that she doesn't have the authority to discharge my mom.
During our visit, my mom showed signs of her insanity again when she shouted for me as we were walking past their dorm. She was panicking when she was told by the substitute doctor that they will not release her this Sunday. She was anxious again and I hated the way she's acting. She was telling us that we should've listened to her, that way things don't have to turn out this way. I was controlling myself the whole time, to keep my mouth shut, I was so close to blurting out,
"You can't blame us for your insanity, you fucking bitch."She doesn't look good again and I really really hate her for that. Here I am wasting money for her treatment and all she does is act fucked up again. She kept on thinking about the past, she can't fucking move on and she's such a wimp for letting her sickness eat her alive.
With her staying longer in the rehab, I braced myself for more money wasted. I have no choice but wait for her doctor who's scheduled to be back some time this February. On the other hand, I was partially relieved because that gives me more time also to own the house, and savor the peacefulness of her being gone.
I told my gramma that if I am filthy rich, I don't care paying about Php15,000 a month for her stay in the rehab as long as they can promise us that her fucked up mind will straighten up. If I am rich enough, I will let her stay there for 6 months or even a year, I don't fucking care if she says she's homesick or if she's losing weight there, she needs to sober up and be a real human being who's in touch with reality before she can set foot in our house again.
The sad truth is I ain't rich. The monthly bill for the rehab is my entire month's salary without taxes, so if you deduct the taxes, deduct the bills at home and our daily food, I only have less than 5000 a month to use for her treatment. It's not even half of what it costs. I'm struggling to make money while my mother is being a worthless piece of insane shit. I hate her more for that.
I have to think of ways to earn enough money for her longer stay in the rehab. I'm really gonna need all the help I could get but the problem is, there's really no one to ask for help. I'm in this alone. I don't think God appreciates me now for hating my mom. Sorry dear Lord, can't help it....
Labels: bitch, daughter, mother, pink crimson, Rehab. CLDRC
Happiness Is
10-16-2009 Friday
Today I go home without seeing the bitch and I thought to myself, 'this is how things are supposed to be. This is satisfaction. This is peacefulness. This is happiness to me.'
The useless bitch went to the doctor again and my gramma was left at home. Alex drove me home so we had lunch together, another delicious meal prepared by the best granny anyone could ever ask for. After eating, we watched TV and I am glad, really glad, that I have experienced this again. Going home to my gramma, just my gramma alone. No stinking bitch lying on the floor, sleeping at 12 in the afternoon after probably just waking up a couple of minutes earlier. No lazy bitch a few inches away from the TV, manipulating the goodamn remote control. No stupid, jobless bitch. What a peaceful sight.
It has been awhile since I went home without seeing her and I suddenly missed those times when she's not at the house.I suddenly realize one thing today: Happiness is being without a mother was never been. Happiness is her being gone. Happiness means going home and not seeing her. Happiness is...
Well, forget it..a couple of minutes later, while we watch TV, the bitch arrived and my happiness is gone. Hell, how the fuck can she go home safe? She arrives and was blabbing about stuff I don't really give a fuck about. I rolled my eyes at Alex, who shrugged, kissed me goodbye and left. I have nothing else to do so I went to bed. I'd rather deal with a nightmare while I sleep, than be awake and see her. Hell, nooo.
Labels: bitch, daughter, lazyass, mother, pink crimson, useless bitch
Getting More Fucked Up
10-15-2009 Thursday
Yep, that's what I feel as I spend more time living in this house, and going home to a worthless bitch who can't even raise a hand to do her own laundry. I'm seriously starting to think fucked up things like her bleeding, dying, having a terminal illness and will die in a matter of weeks, or me, dropping everything at work and just running away from all of it. It's sickness, madness, and I can no longer control my anger that I'm worrying I'll just burst one day and grab her, take her into the middle of the street for all the kinds of vehicles to ran over her. That's how desperate I am to get rid of her.
Nothing seemed to work. I gave her money so she can look for a job. I sent her to a doctor, they found nothing wrong so far, she just had some dialysis like I posted previously and she doesn't have the results yet. We'll see about that, and if the doctor see nothing again, then I'm really gonna be pissed because she's obviously faking it so she can fucking lie around, doing nothing but wasting time and years of her miserable life.When the results cone out, I'll decide what to do. If she's sick, hopefully she is dying, then I'll stay here and deal with her for a couple more weeks, but if she's not, then I would really need to leave this house because I wanted to save myself before I completely lose my mind.
I hate her. That's the only feeling I have towards her. No pity, no love, no respect, nothing but hate. If you really think that I like having this feeling, guess what, you're so wrong.I feel bad about myself, I feel like I'm gonna burn in hell for this. That's why I want her gone. I want to stop feeling hate. I want to get rid of her and live happily ever friggin after. I don't see her changing anytime soon so I'd rather live without her.
It's hard because I have to deal with a lot of pressure and stress at work, that's already too much for me, so going home to see that lazyass bitch everyday is the one last thing I don't really need right now.I've been through a lot, hell I'm still going through hell to prove myself, to have a career, to have a good life and I can't focus on my goal with her fucking everything up.
A lot of people die everyday due to calamities or accidents, people who don't deserve to die, people who works hard for the family, yet she, who has no use at all, still continues to live? Something's wrong with that picture. Figure it out.
Labels: ANGER, bitch, daughter, fury, HATE, mother, pink crimson