I hate family feuds
There are some things which i just don't feel like sharing with my mom at all, not because i am selfish, but mostly because i've learnt to think of the consequences. On 140409, at approximately 2345 hours, i misplaced my wallet in a little hussle i had with my friends and i went home depressed and never told my family anything about the loss hoping that i would take full responsibility on my own. Things were hard at first: not having a replacement wallet, no atm cards; no nothing. The letters with the replacement cards came shortly a week after and when my mom asked what the letters were, i had to shrug them off and told her they were nothing.
Today was different. On my desk lay an envelope with my name addressed on it, sealed with an 'On Government Service', where usually this would mean it has some significance to it. There my mom stood beside me asking me to open it up, curious to know what the letter held. When i opened it, the first image that greeted both our eyes were the Singapore Police Force logo and i knew then and there that i cannot run away from hiding the info from my mother anymore. She eventually knew i didnt have my wallet with me when she read the letter that states that my lost property has been found and is in safe care with the police.
To me, this was the best news that i could ever receive for the week. To my mom, she's just bloody pissed that i hid this from her, piled up with her own PMS issues like cotton and xena shitting all over her bathroom causing it to smell. So we argued, argued over stupid things that causes volume to rise and i know deep down inside, i really HATE shouting back at my mother. I HATE arguing with my parents, although sometimes i whine and groan alot to them but i try my super best to avoid raising my voice at them. Now THIS is the reason why i sometimes dont tell things to my parents. Minor issues like losing my wallet, i think i can handle them myself. No need to let mama know and worry her ass off over something so small. I have money to take care of myself, i think i've reached a point where i just don't want to be a burden anymore.
The last time i had a heated argument with my mom was i cant remember when. Ages ago, forever. Yes we argue sometimes over issues like whether or not i've paid my credit card bills or whether i've settled my season parking charges but often at times, i'd let her nag at me knowing that i've made no wrong and i'd just accept it with silence. However this time, i just felt like im under a great deal of repression and i just came out exploding.
To have my grandmother nagging at home non-stop is bad enough. I really don't need my mother to create havoc over a totally small issue like this. It's so unnescessary. Well, as of now, i am just so grateful to Allah that one way or another, my patience and perserverance has paid off and my prayers have been answered. I am in a mixed state of bliss and remorse right now. Bliss because i don't have to waste my money getting a replacement for my I/C & Driving lisence. Remorse because i made my momma go to sleep with a sore heart tonite.
Life, is just funny as it is.
bye