my mum. or is she ever?
A page in the diary "lifeless, meaningless"
Written by celia 04 July 2009 11:12
mum went to meet 2nd sis and the lawyers, to do her will. She's due for an op in mid-july and she thinks she will not walk out alive.
Anyway, I thought nothing of it and the day went by. Hubby was in the room with the kids, putting them to bed. I'm outside watching TV, when she came back. She din put down her stuff or change out, as what she normally does first; instead, she sat down beside me, searched thru her bag and whipped out the will.
She asked me to check whether the names or ic are written correctly.. blah blah blah... until I saw something.
I thought... well, how I thought, that evrything is ok now, that bad feelings are gone, that she will not... but how wrong am i. And there it was, under the heading, "Executioner and trustees of will", bears the name of my 2 younger sis ONLY.
I froze. I speed read it again.. again and again... I was dumbfounded. I knew things are bad, but this bad? I cldn't comprehend, I really cldn't believe it. Just the thought of the exclusion of my name under that heading, cuts right thru my heart and you juz left the knife there... my heart wldn't stop bleeding, or has it ever stop at all?
What am i in your eyes? Or was I ever there at all?
I don't think so. Pple kept telling me, " Aiya, don't be silly la. Where got mummy give birth to own children don't love them wan?", "if she doesn't love you, why wld she give birth to you?
Riiiiiiite... whatever they said, my heart knew only too well. whatever i've did, done or am doing, is always not right and enough for you, ma. I don't ask to be born... you had me thru shot-gun, you don't blame me for it. You tot you can change your husband's characters coz you both had a child but he din, I can't be blame for that. In the past, i'm naive enough to try to please you in ways i cld think of, coz i tot that there must be something that i din do well enough, thats why you always ignore or compare me with my 2 younger sis, but nothing will ever work or is good enough in your hateful eyes towards me.
Its only when I'm a mum myself, that i learn from my kids: one single, simple and yet ignorant by many, this beautiful substance called unconditional love.
Ma, no matter what pple tell me, I know best. I don't hate or dislike you... You are my mum afterall... you've been thru 9 mths of hell for me, hell hours of labour, hell when your husband that YOU HAVE CHOSEN YOURSELF, gave you hell. But don't you know that this is what every mother will have to go thru, and that nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING that you have done for me, is oh so that great afterall, coz all that you have done, I've been thru them. And the fact that I could do it better than you, despite how you have treated me all these years, I'm still doing a better job than you.
I've simply have no respect for you, anymore.
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