- I'm my mom's daughter.
- We stay in the same roof.
- I used to hate her.
- Now I'm nonchalent towards her.
- She's a nomad. (To those out there... I'm MOVING AGAIN!~ going towards my 9th house... I've calculated... That's on average 2.333 years in each house in my short 21 lifespan.)
- She derives pleasure in screwing the whole household up.
- She's a workaholic. (I guess maybe because that's where she gets her value in life from.)
- She's VERY manupulative. (Sounds scary, but after 21 years of living with her, I kind of able to know what's going through her mind. That's why I don't buy her story ALL THE TIME)
- She's obessed with cooking. (Sorry she doesn't cook for the household. What I mean is that she's cooks for the OTHER people. Those who buy her craziness.)
- She's a big sucker for Multi-level Marketing. (I think that's because those sales people listens to her)
- She's crazy. (I'm not exaggarating, don't believe, ask around)
- Most importantly, she's my mother.
The last point is a thing which I have been questioning myself since I'm young. My mom used to be a very nice lady... Maybe she still does... To people who doesn't know her. She used to be those mother who puts her family first... When I mean family, I meant immediate family, as in her husband and kids. NOT extended family like her 5 other siblings and their family included. I'm not sure when did the transition happened. But it happened... She gives almost her everything to everyone BUT us. Maybe because the rest LISTENS to her.
To some extent, I pity her. She's been in a business for 15 odd years. Many failed ventures along the way. However, it's not only the money she had lost. She lost many friends too... They were either business partners or she's just plain too busy to keep in contact with them. Come on la... She doesn't even have the time for her kids, what's more for her friends... Thus as time pass, she became a very lonely person... She realises she has no friends and to make matter worst, her kids had already gave up waiting for their mummy to come home.
I'm not here to wash my dirty family laundry. I'm here to introduce you all to my mother. A fact which no one can ever change.
She's a remarkable woman. Very intelligent one too... But... Let's just say things don't go the way she wanted. From outsider's point of view, she's a very successful woman. Have businesses everywhere, have a husband who does what she says, two kids doing quite well in school, living in private estate. She has EVERYTHING!!
Or does she?
I know her as well as she knows me... That is why I don't tell her my stuffs... Because my mom is such an intelligent woman, she knows everything with just a small detail she can get hold with. Too scary for my liking... I like my stuffs stay private.
And since I know her, I don't buy her nonsense. That is why to some extent, I think she hates me for that... Maybe because, according to her, after all the sacrifice she had done for this family, my dad and my brother listens to me. But my theory is simple, if you spend time LISTENING and CARE for the person, your effort will get reciprocate. Something I think she knows but NO TIME for... When I was younger, while spending time at home waiting for my mother to come home, I really wonder what is she busy with? To bring the bread home? But... I don't see the bread on the table! It's always my dad who buys the bread... So I really wonder what she really do with all the time she has... "Meetings" as what she says... But what meeting is there? Maybe to sessions of multi-level marketing... Haha...
But I've way grown up to have any adolence anger for my mother. That is why I'm now nonchalent towards her matters. But once in a while, I'll still get pissed by her craziness... Such as giving me a 1 week notice that we're moving,to the house across the street that has a BIGGER kitchen. For her to do her business stuffs...
At some point, I admire her... For her creativity in coming out "unique" reasons to my ignorant dad for her crazy decisions. I admire her from the very bottom of my heart!
Let's just forgive her, for afterall, she's the one who brought me to this "beautiful" world. Without her, there won't be me. Isn't it?
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