Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Day 4

I'm so mad. I'm sitting here huffing and puffing.. trying to hold myself together before I burst into tears. I absolutely hate being accused of something I didn't do, I know you feel the same & can possibly relate.

So remember a couple nights ago when I was so bored out of my mind, I volunteered myself to help mother organize her closet & jewelries? Well today, after dinner .. the whole family was in the master bedroom just hanging out & deciding when we wanted to go to dairy queen for ice-cream. Typical family stuffs. Out of nowhere, my mother freaked out about some missing pair of earrings. Apparently she had this pair of diamond studs that she loves very dearly & one of the earring went missing a few weeks ago. During the process of the move, Victoria found the missing earring in Dolce's cage & my mom couldn't be any happier. Mom wrapped the missing earring in a little tissue paper & stuffed it into a ziplock bag.

Now supposedly mom claims that I must have thrown the 'tissue' ball away in the garbage while I was organizing her stuffs.

This is not true.
  1. I would never throw away anything from her room. I know better than to get myself involved with that crap.
  2. Helping her organize her stuffs is more like her dictating for me to do specific things "hang this shirt!" .. "put these sweaters away." It's not like I was freely doing my own thing. Therefore, she was supervising over everything. If so, she needs to be responsible for her 'tissue ball'/earring.
  3. HOW THE HELL was I supposed to know that her precious earring was in there? Anybody could have thrown that tissue ball away. And who stores their earrings in tissues paper anyways?
  4. This is not the first time something like this happened. Many years ago, she took all of her diamonds & gold .. wrapped it in tissue paper & put it away. While cleaning the house, my dad thought it was trash & got rid of it. Needless to say, she was pissed for weeks. Dad spent many months & years making up to her.
Seeing this situation, Milan offered to go through the trash can with me. Can you believe that? Me & Milan .. outside our driveway .. going through the darn trash.. looking through tissue papers for this woman. We looked through everything (even bathroom trash!) and couldn't find it.

Mom came outside & freaked out some more. She wanted to look through all the trash AGAIN so we let her. Nothing was found! She angrily shove the trashcan outside on the curb & then demanded that I re-payed her for those earrings at Christmas time. She insisted on telling me that they were "very expensive, white gold, diamond studs" and that she wouldn't settle for anything less. Then she continued into telling Milan what bratty children we (me + Victoria) are because we always bring her all kinds of sadness like today's event.

Can you believe the nerve of this woman? It's truly not my fault that one missing earring is nowhere to be found. WTF? People probably thinks I'm over exaggerating when I tell them that in my household, everything is always MY fault. But it's so true! See tonight's dramatic episode? Something so out of my control.. yet somehow became my fault in the end. She just needs something to point the fingers to & blame it on.


I'm really pissed off. I just called the Swarovsky Crystal Store @ the Galleria. I believe I've found the same exact pair of earrings she lost. I'll go there in the morning & purchase them. That's what she wants? I'll give them to her. It's just material things. If it's more important to her than my feelings than so be it. If it's that important to her, then I'll give them to her. I know you're probably thinking that I shouldn't even do that. She doesn't deserve it and I shouldn't be spending my money on this bullcrap. I know this sounds so crazy but it's just something I have to do..


After the eventful day that I've had (jeanne's car had a flat tire so I had to drive them around town to get somebody to change their tire, then the spare tire had no air so then we had to go find a gas station to put air into it) this is the last thing I need. Honestly. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I'm her daughter, not her house servant. Even if I was her servant and she accused me of stealing or throwing away her stuffs, I'd rather quit than to be accused of something I didn't do. Unfortunately, I can't quit being her daughter.


I need to get away from this place. I've been trying so hard to hold my tongue, swallow my pride & do whatever it takes to keep this family together. In some case, even tried to extend my arm out to make Milan feel more apart of our family. Yet, it all seems so wasted. She's never going to appreciate me for who I am, less alone the things I do for her.

Wish you could be here with me. We can just drive away, go off to the beach & take a walk. You're the only voice I can bare to hear right now. Everybody else is just annoying and inconsiderate.

I'm going to crawl in bed now. It's barely 9pm here but I just want to be alone. You understand, don't you? I miss you Cristian. This bed is cold without you.