It had been almost eight long years since I lost my mother. The pressures has always been on me since I am the eldest but this latest "thing" is just plainly unbearable!
My Dad is already 57 and he thinks of remarrying as saying goodbye to a lonely life after me and my brother will gonna say hi to marriage life. (See, that's the disadvantage of having few children!)
And here comes the "thing", an ex-girlfriend of my Dad resurrected, just recently after having almost two years of long distance relationship with my Dad. She was a DH from Kuwait, or perhaps she still is right now. (I don't want to know)
THE PRESENTS
December 16, 2011 when she came at our house all the way from Kuwait. And she had with her truckloads of what seems to be "mga patapon na bagay" of her amo there. Imagine, she had with her jealousy glass windows and like 4 or 5 pieces of removed floor tiles? Well, that isn't everything cause she has lots and lots of things in her gigantic coffin looking trunks. From smelly packs of overly elongated rice to I don't wanna describe and won't even produce any bubble type of detergent powder. She has those. Alright, I honestly don't anything against everything she brought with her from her Lebanese employer 'cause I admit I appreciated the things she gave me ---- branded scarves, lots and lots of extra large sized sanitary napkins, a set of cheap make up kit, a fake silver necklace that caused rashes on my boyfriend's neck, expired chocolates, and the last two that I really like:
She actually said that I would get an Escada but I was surprised 'cause she gave this. Weeks later, I sensed she wanted it back 'cause I really should have the Escada, oh well, I just ignored her. This Versace is so good.
Another one is this,
I only got the shimmer stick that smells so good and so unique and the lotion. Perhaps, she has the perfume. But I don't care. The stick is so convenient to carry with me. I could even fit it into a satchel.
Anyways, with the two I mentioned, I realized that she really doesn't have an entirely BAD as in
baduy taste after all.
Weeks passed when she was at home, she cooked for us and I sensed that my Dad was really happy. And we as children felt that we might as well be happy.
THE AMPALAYA
As I mentioned she cooked for us. And yes she did. And all I can say they taste real damn bad. Imagine a platter of Ampalaya with egg looks like a platter of limp brown ampalaya with the eggs I can no longer find and with the taste that is so disgustingly sour. Of course, the ampalaya straightly goes to the trash. And this situation repeatedly happened for about a month, until I frankly told my Dad that her "Ampalaya Menu" should never be considered in this house.
My Dad finally got the guts to confront her and to our dismay,
nagalit ang lola mo! She berserk-ed all day long and ayaw na nyang kumain. You won't eat, we didn't care! From that day on, we always hear saying: "I don't like it when people tell me what to do and not what to do.", "I had an enemy before I really confronted her and kicked her on the face.", and so many other statements that poses threat if we go against her. Tsk!
THE PLOT AGAINST MY LATE MOM
It was January 19, 2012. My Daddy took a leave from work and decided to pack things up and leave for Bohol with my, you know, soon-to-be Wicked Step Mother (or let's call her WSM). Now, this was the very first time that I opened up to my sister in law the things that I noticed with WSM. And to my surprise, she affirmed everything I said. And that's the time that she too opened up something regarding WSM whenever me and my Dad were away for work. Things like, WSM spoke sweeter to my 1 year-old nephew only when we are around, that she only stayed in her room the whole day if she choses not to wander around the neighborhood, and what was more annoying was that she took her food inside her room and ate alone. She's completely a lunatic! And then there was this something my sis-in-law shared with me that had completely put my anger way too far. My aunt, as in my father's sister, told my sis in law about what WSM said about my late mother, that she was lazy, that she was a nagger, and that she spends the whole day out para magchismis. Oh my! Was she describing herself? And WSM also told a story when my brother allegedly hit my Mom long ago and pointed out that maybe there were things my Mom have never offered my brother the reason why it happened. What was she thinking, what benefit could she ever get from saying these things against my mother? Hello??? She's dead. My point is, RESPECT. How could you not respect the dead? In the first place, she haven't got to know my mother personally. This woman is terribly CRAZY, I thought. And the wedding, if that was ever to happen, I must STOP it!
THE SUPPOSED WEDDING
I could not sleep that first night when they went to Bohol to be married. So early that morning after I muster the words that I must say to my father to tell him how wicked his bride-to-be must be, I carefully composed a super long SMS (3/3 I think). I told him maybe they are just in a rush to call it "I do", maybe he needs to weigh things some more and observe this kind of woman he would marry. I waited for a reply. But nothing came until I arrived at the office. To my relief, my dad finally replied, "Yes, I think I have to think this over." Oh thank heavens!And then there was call, and my Dad asked for my opinion and how I had been acting so disapproving about his pending matrimony. I told him what i knew and I was surprised by his reaction. He wasn't oblivious at all. In fact, he said he actually noticed all of those things and that I had sensed some kind of relief. Something like I-knew-it-there-was-something-wrong-with-this-woman kind of feeling.
Three days after, they were home, and Dad firmly said "NO" to that damned wedding. THANK HEAVENS! He said, however, that the wedding could wait. It will still happen, but at least not now.
WAGED WAR
We thought life would be on a hush from then on, but we were wrong. The MONSTER awoke. Her trips in the neighborhood had been longer and more frequent, as well as the negative talks about our family - that she allegedly brought with her Php 2 MILLION which she asked Dad to keep, that she married Dad in Bohol, that my sister in law had been very wicked, that I had been with a robber and all sorts of concocted stories involving each one of us in the family!
When Dad was away for work and she chose to stay at home, she'd stay inside their room the whole day and would be out only to get some food. Now tell me, who, in their right mind and etiquette, will do something like that???!!!
THE EGG
VICTORY
