Yesterday as I returned home from work, it was the usual gloom day. You know to me, home has always been a sacred word..you go there to take shelter after a beaten day and its supposed to make you feel better. Well, I never ever had "my own home" like parents who get along and also a permanent roof over my head. In fact when I was younger, my parents fight almost everyday, otherwise they just shut themselves from each other. In addition, we didn't really have our own living room to share our stories or just to mingle and chit chat. We lived where my parents' factory was then, after my Dad ran into some financial trouble, we had to move into my grandmother's shophouse which we occupied the guest rooms. However, all the time when I was in Singapore, a concept of 'home' is built into me, one where you chat over dinner, celebrate one another's achievements and joy, mourn together and just take care of one another in small ways and big ways....and all those time, I stayed with people who had no blood realtions to me. I stayed with a 'mere' guardian. But I did long for home then when I had a tiring or upsetting day at school.
However, now, I feel more rested at work when u literally have to drag your butt cos its just been so hectic. Its just because everytime I get home, my mil just seems to not welcome my presence. She only speaks to correct me or to put me down, other times its just a face that u dun want to see.
It made me fell really depressed to a point now when all i can talk abt to my husband is the idea of moving out. When it just takes the whole life and energy off you...u become so tired to even chat and joke.....and i know its affecting my husband. God, please help me, please help me. I really dread this....
I become more and more upset seeing my husband sad because of me, but then just having the initiative to improve our relationship seem so difficult cos after that i bump into her, i get really upset again. The ups and downs in my moods really makes me feel like perhaps this is menopause. God help my family, help me look beyond myself, help me live life for those I love. Please Lord....its driving me crazy.....take us out from here.
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