The first incident was, too. He wanted to be with us the next morning after he called. I was too busy, so I said NO. We were talking to each other, about me, and my sister, and enrollment and stuff, he suddenly got mad and wild and started blaming my mom for everything. Cool, huh. So this made me hate him. And now, I am not even thinking of spending time with him before school starts.
I hate how they make everything sound like it's our fault. Like it's our fault I had to enroll the same day he wanted to see us. Like its our fault that he's too busy when we're not. Well, come to think of it... Everything is HIS fault. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be living far from him. We wouldn't be a broken family, we wouldn't be feeling sorry for not being as wealthy and happy as they are. If there's someone to be blamed for everything, MY DAD'S THE PERFECT ONE TO.
I sort of forgot and had forgiven him for all his past mistakes, and troubles which involved us. But because of the recent thing that happened, which was blaming my mom for our schedules not to be matching... I pity him. I swore that I will not talk to him or them. That I will not give them any more of my attention and time from that day on. I can't have them blaming my mother for everything. Now he blames my mom, next he will blame my whole family. They dont even consider us as family anymore.
I am not materialistic. I don't care about his gifts. I am human, I have feelings. ~
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