when it’s no longer something i will forgive…

phone convo with mum:

mum: your dad’s very seriously ill with diabetes, he can’t be discharged just yet.

me: let me talk to sis

mum: your dad needs money, he said he will die with regrets if he doesn’t get money back from you that he spent on you

me: fuck you, get my sis

*random talk with sis, and for some retarded reason she passes it back to mum*

me: and so, why isn’t my sis visiting my dad? what’s the number to my dad’s hospital bed?

mum: don’t know

me: wtf do you know?

mum: he’s about to die you know… he’s got no money…

me: so you think having my sister NOT visit my dad, if he’s about to die, is fine?

mum: you know,when your dad left for the hospital, he was repeating in a semi conscious state that i have to let you know he’s in hospital, that you have to give him back the money before he dies, or he will die with regrets.

me: you know what? when my dad dies, i am disowning you. so don’t keep talking to me about money, because you are not my mum anymore, and not getting any.

Dear mother, it’s true. while i can’t morally and physically change the fact that you are my mum, i will find the means and ways to disown you legally, because you have and is still causing me many emotional and mental problems. you also want to leech yourself on me, not that you have never done that before, to solve the very problems you have created. i HATE you with all of my heart. you have been nothing but the bane of dad and my life.

if dad dies, i will let you know now, he blames *YOU* for it. you have done nothing but go against his wishes when he told you those fans and fabrics you refuse to give up, plus your lack of organisation and hygiene, was slowly but surely killing him. he’s suddenly allergic to those dust you call your work now. and yet you make sure have fans turned on full blast to blow those dust to his face

dad may think it’s his fate to have you as his wife, i had like to think i can CHOOSE my fate by LEAVING you to your own devices.

fuck you.