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Tuesday, July 6, 2010 @ 10:52 AM
Sour from my Heart
As some may know, it has been very eventful for me last week. Mr was hospitalised last week due to dengue fever. Please don't ask me where he got attacked because we also do not know how to answer that question. Stepping into third trimester is really not fun. I can feel it all. The tiriness, slow movement gear engaged, midnight pee and the bad night sleeps. you name it, I got it. What's more, I got to take care of Mr when he is sick. Something came to my mind in the mid of buzzing in and out of hospital last week, something sad. For the whole week, my mum did not bother to call and ask if I am fine knowing that Mr was in hospital. On the other hand, Dad called and sent his regards daily. He smsed to remind me to take care of myself and tried not to go hospital too much as I'm expecting, asked me to update him on Mr's conditions etc. It really firm up my thoughts that my mum is taking me more like a money milking machine. All she bothers to remember is wheather I handed her the monthly allowance on time with the right amount. This sadness really drip down my heart and make me feel so bitter inside for days. And guess what, she finally called after the saga. When Mr is discharged and resting from home after a week! I really couldn't speak to her with a right mind at that point. I know I sounded cold and rude but I seriously do not know how to face her on top of all my tiriness and bitteriness. I do feel that I am drawing further away from her and can never try to understand her. Maybe, I am just too tired because I tried too much for many years... 
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010 @ 10:52 AM
Sour from my Heart
As some may know, it has been very eventful for me last week. Mr was hospitalised last week due to dengue fever. Please don't ask me where he got attacked because we also do not know how to answer that question. Stepping into third trimester is really not fun. I can feel it all. The tiriness, slow movement gear engaged, midnight pee and the bad night sleeps. you name it, I got it. What's more, I got to take care of Mr when he is sick. Something came to my mind in the mid of buzzing in and out of hospital last week, something sad. For the whole week, my mum did not bother to call and ask if I am fine knowing that Mr was in hospital. On the other hand, Dad called and sent his regards daily. He smsed to remind me to take care of myself and tried not to go hospital too much as I'm expecting, asked me to update him on Mr's conditions etc. It really firm up my thoughts that my mum is taking me more like a money milking machine. All she bothers to remember is wheather I handed her the monthly allowance on time with the right amount. This sadness really drip down my heart and make me feel so bitter inside for days. And guess what, she finally called after the saga. When Mr is discharged and resting from home after a week! I really couldn't speak to her with a right mind at that point. I know I sounded cold and rude but I seriously do not know how to face her on top of all my tiriness and bitteriness. I do feel that I am drawing further away from her and can never try to understand her. Maybe, I am just too tired because I tried too much for many years...
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