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There are too many things held up these days for me and I survived the ups and downs all alone... no, the reason is not because I do not have anybody to face them with.. but I guess I have to face it on my own as I may brag too much of emotional thoughts
The feelings has been sailed in my mind for the past 2 months - almost certain.
When I thought (literally speaking) that a wife of my brother had been nasty towards my brother which made him broke his promise he made way earlier to me and my kids. That was not the first time anyway. The first time he was sorry, the second time I said it is enough. If she despises me, she would not be able to get my respect and honours. Period.
But according to most of my family members (they are other brothers, mom, dad sister and other sister-in-law), the bad person is always ME. Reason being, simply because I shouted over my wall my true feelings. To them, what I shouted about was something that is shouldn't be publicly said. And for that, I am still being blamed for all the chaos - let it be it. I just don't care. Even sms-es blasted to me for being the reason if the family is broken down.
Frankly, I just don't care.
For some reason, I acted the way I acted simply because I don't want people to expect good things from me. I don't potray myself as a goody good Mary, where deep in my heart, I despise people. I just don't want people to have a good surface on me, but when the surface shattered the true color come out in total opposite. In short, I am bad. Accept me the way I am.
The timing for this to happen is not just right. Frankly.
My broken heart is carried away for months where this is the time my another brother is scheduled to get married to the woman he loved the most. I have to admit that I am guilty to the most for not joining his happiest day of his life. But, I managed to avail myself and my kids to one of the days. The only thing that bothers people is I did not join his big day at my parents' place.
I could sense the back-talk people do behind me. As I said, I just don't care. It's not that I just don't care about my newly-wed brother. I do care. I do remember how was he during my time of my big days more than a decade ago. He took longer leave than I was. He was one of the back-bones of the ceremony. When his turn to have his big day, it is so sad that I could not join.
There are 2 reasons as why I chose not to join.
One is, I have no one to drive me and my kids for the 350++km journey back home. As other half is scheduled for duty over the weekend. I can't drive alone with 4 kids and bulging tummy of 27-week pregnancy. I do not want to risk anything for now.
Second reason is definitely my other brother's wife attitude. I just couldn't bear to see her arrogant face and the rest of family are accepting it as if all the faults is on me. If you get what I mean. I know I am bad. And I am very transparent. If I despise the thing, I would show it in my face and would tell it right to the face. I just want to avoid the ugly situation. Hence, I used up my first reason to cover the actual second reason for not joining the ceremony.
Sorry, the newly-wed. Terribly. This is from deep of my heart. Sincerely.
The fact that, my other half is so concerned on how I feel these days. He asked my did I call home. Did I ask about the ceremony. I ignored his questions. I removed all the tags for the photos I do not want to see. The truth, I want to see every photo my brother taken for his big day. I just do not want to have a peep into what others are talking about the photo taken. Get what I mean?
I can't explain. Seriously.
I am not there does not mean I am forgetting them. My mom, my dad, my brothers, my sister are all in my mind. I just can't accept the whole situation.
To my beloved brother, Acil and his woman of his life, Ain, your dear sister is praying for your happiness. May Allah bless your marriage and shall last till death do you apart. Aamiin....
There are too many things held up these days for me and I survived the ups and downs all alone... no, the reason is not because I do not have anybody to face them with.. but I guess I have to face it on my own as I may brag too much of emotional thoughts
The feelings has been sailed in my mind for the past 2 months - almost certain.
When I thought (literally speaking) that a wife of my brother had been nasty towards my brother which made him broke his promise he made way earlier to me and my kids. That was not the first time anyway. The first time he was sorry, the second time I said it is enough. If she despises me, she would not be able to get my respect and honours. Period.
But according to most of my family members (they are other brothers, mom, dad sister and other sister-in-law), the bad person is always ME. Reason being, simply because I shouted over my wall my true feelings. To them, what I shouted about was something that is shouldn't be publicly said. And for that, I am still being blamed for all the chaos - let it be it. I just don't care. Even sms-es blasted to me for being the reason if the family is broken down.
Frankly, I just don't care.
For some reason, I acted the way I acted simply because I don't want people to expect good things from me. I don't potray myself as a goody good Mary, where deep in my heart, I despise people. I just don't want people to have a good surface on me, but when the surface shattered the true color come out in total opposite. In short, I am bad. Accept me the way I am.
The timing for this to happen is not just right. Frankly.
My broken heart is carried away for months where this is the time my another brother is scheduled to get married to the woman he loved the most. I have to admit that I am guilty to the most for not joining his happiest day of his life. But, I managed to avail myself and my kids to one of the days. The only thing that bothers people is I did not join his big day at my parents' place.
I could sense the back-talk people do behind me. As I said, I just don't care. It's not that I just don't care about my newly-wed brother. I do care. I do remember how was he during my time of my big days more than a decade ago. He took longer leave than I was. He was one of the back-bones of the ceremony. When his turn to have his big day, it is so sad that I could not join.
There are 2 reasons as why I chose not to join.
One is, I have no one to drive me and my kids for the 350++km journey back home. As other half is scheduled for duty over the weekend. I can't drive alone with 4 kids and bulging tummy of 27-week pregnancy. I do not want to risk anything for now.
Second reason is definitely my other brother's wife attitude. I just couldn't bear to see her arrogant face and the rest of family are accepting it as if all the faults is on me. If you get what I mean. I know I am bad. And I am very transparent. If I despise the thing, I would show it in my face and would tell it right to the face. I just want to avoid the ugly situation. Hence, I used up my first reason to cover the actual second reason for not joining the ceremony.
Sorry, the newly-wed. Terribly. This is from deep of my heart. Sincerely.
The fact that, my other half is so concerned on how I feel these days. He asked my did I call home. Did I ask about the ceremony. I ignored his questions. I removed all the tags for the photos I do not want to see. The truth, I want to see every photo my brother taken for his big day. I just do not want to have a peep into what others are talking about the photo taken. Get what I mean?
I can't explain. Seriously.
I am not there does not mean I am forgetting them. My mom, my dad, my brothers, my sister are all in my mind. I just can't accept the whole situation.
To my beloved brother, Acil and his woman of his life, Ain, your dear sister is praying for your happiness. May Allah bless your marriage and shall last till death do you apart. Aamiin....
