to hell with them

ï’m done trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.

i’m done trying to make sense of the way they treat “them”.

i’m done smiling when inside i just wanna explode and blow them into pieces.

i’m done thinking that perhaps they could still change.

having them as family is one thing i wouldn’t wish even for my worst enemy.

god spare their child.

midnight rant

i don’t normally go online this late because more often than not i’m way too tired when i get home.  things have been pretty hectic at work and i’ve really been busy.  tonight, however, i couldn’t put off blogging because i have issues again!  okay–for the sake of the 3rd most important person in my life, i won’t name names.  i won’t even write about the incident that prompted me to write this entry.  but i still have to rant about it so…

let’s put it this way.  when you’re living with your in-laws, COMMON SENSE dictates that you at least practice basic courtesy.  for chrissake, they are your significant half’s parents and by virtue of your marriage, they become your parents too.  so unless you’re a nitwit, i guess you know what i mean. be considerate of their feelings, don’t act as though you’re a visitor that needs to be served at your beck and call.  acknowledge their presence.  don’t treat them like doormats.  at least try to reach out to them.

now if you happen to be a parent and your in-laws babysit your child while you work, COMMON SENSE dictates that you be grateful to them.  a little thank you won’t hurt.  little tokens of appreciation would mean a lot.  and i don’t mean doughnut crumbs from yesterday or a pastry half-bitten.  i know, thoughtfulness is not acquired–but come on!

i understand you went to college, earned a degree and well, have something in between your ears–if such is the case, i hope you polish your EQ.

2191

Countdown to 2191

I couldn’t believe we lasted this long.  And that we’re still very much together.  It happened unexpectedly—at a time when I had already given up hope that we could ever patch things up and iron out the kinks.  Then it happened…I dunno what brought us to that place, at that time…but maybe it was just meant to be.

Now I couldn’t be any happier.  I lost track of how many movies we’ve seen, how many places we’ve been to, how many fights we had, how many kisses we shared…I’ve stopped counting, because I know there are more to come.

It thrills me that I now work on the same street where we first met, two buildings apart from where we fell in love, across the hotel where we first saw each other, few blocks away from where we first saw a movie together and mere steps away from where we first dined together. 

I’ll save the mush on the actual 2191^st day.