A month ago, March 18, I read a post from Huguette: Remember this the next time you envy someone!
And boy that evoked some pretty ugly scenes and annoying feeling inside of me. And today it’s my turn to write about jealousy and envy and how it ruined a relationship which I thought was solid and unbreakable. Until I was told to go to hell.
It’s the 17th birthday of my youngest sister today. She and the one before her are the only ones I can talk to now in my family without feeling like the world is about to end. I’m not sure where I have the youngest but so far she and the one before her seemed to be the one who understands me best.
Ironically the youngest was a baby when I left. While the one before her was about four.
I have a big conflict with my mother who nearly killed me many times. The worse was before I left for Europe where she pointed a gun on my forehead for being useless because she couldn’t get financial benefits from me.
As I told Huguette in her post. If only everyone can understand what she posted.
I married a Norwegian and this became the cause of jealousy of my younger brother and sister. The ones I spend many years as the second mother. The one I expected to understand me the most. But no. They think now that I’m out of the country and living with my husband in his land that I live like a queen. Whenever they chat to me all they wanted was to get a large amount of sum for this and that…
they refused to believe that I have financial trouble because I’m out of the Philippines. Instead of asking me how I was doing when I was hospitalized, my brother cursed me for not giving him the amount he was asking for. When I confronted him that he hasn’t even asked I was doing yet, he just got angry and curse me more. He later contacted me on another account excusing that he lost his password to try and ask for money again when I pointed out his lack of concern for me as his older sister, he told me to go and die with all my money.
Two years ago we suffered such a bad blow after an injustice from the Norwegian Immigration department.
For them, it’s all my fault that they suffered when I left the country and did not continuously support their financial needs.
Oh well, that’s life, I guess.
Sorry if this post is bit to depressing. Couldn’t help but share this today.