War and peace weaved into one big mess.
There's one right now in my home.
I was spiting her because of her lack of patience and there she goes pulling my hair. After that she... I son't know what to call it. She gave us (me and my older sister) the cold shoulder. I thought she wouln't last long, but she ignored us (very weakly, I must say) even in the evening.
That was three days ago. She still ignored us. Still weakly ignoring us. Haha.
And I'm smiling. Probably a bitter smile. I smile because the house finally experienced peace. Tensioned perhaps, but it is still peace.
I (and probably my sister) do a lot of things wrong. But I am no longer afraid of doing it against my mother. She can't scold me whatsoever until she lifts the curse she cast upon herself. She brought this to herself; I don't feel any regret. Compare that with my father. I still respect him and follow all that he tells me to do, with even more care than before. I don't care about my mother anymore; unless she dies. But I don't feel like I will shed any tears for her.
My mother does nothing but nose into people's businesses or cry over spilled milk. Such behavior is the probably most ridiculous that I will ever encounter in this world. Think about living with such a person since your birth. You're bound to become something like it in the end. I prefer not to be. I'd probably prefer another mother than this one. But this is the one that God gave me, so I just have to live with her and also everything that she does. This curse she put on herself is one of the few blessings that ever come.
I was spiting her because of her lack of patience and there she goes pulling my hair. After that she... I son't know what to call it. She gave us (me and my older sister) the cold shoulder. I thought she wouln't last long, but she ignored us (very weakly, I must say) even in the evening.
That was three days ago. She still ignored us. Still weakly ignoring us. Haha.
And I'm smiling. Probably a bitter smile. I smile because the house finally experienced peace. Tensioned perhaps, but it is still peace.
I (and probably my sister) do a lot of things wrong. But I am no longer afraid of doing it against my mother. She can't scold me whatsoever until she lifts the curse she cast upon herself. She brought this to herself; I don't feel any regret. Compare that with my father. I still respect him and follow all that he tells me to do, with even more care than before. I don't care about my mother anymore; unless she dies. But I don't feel like I will shed any tears for her.
My mother does nothing but nose into people's businesses or cry over spilled milk. Such behavior is the probably most ridiculous that I will ever encounter in this world. Think about living with such a person since your birth. You're bound to become something like it in the end. I prefer not to be. I'd probably prefer another mother than this one. But this is the one that God gave me, so I just have to live with her and also everything that she does. This curse she put on herself is one of the few blessings that ever come.
posted by Kate at Monday, July 25, 2005
3 Comments:
you know what...
i understand you...
I understand you, too. Long story short, I finally told my wife last night, "I can't care about [my mother] anymore." More exactly, it's mainly I *won't*, but I truly, truly understand you. I know this post comes almost 2 years after the blog entry, but I hope you receive it and know you're not alone.
i have to say we made up later.. i forgot how long the cold shoulder lasted. hehe.. we're trying to be a good family now. we love each other. :D
bad things just pass.
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