After spending nearly 2 weeks down in KL, I’m finally back home again. But it’s not fun and joy that I came home to. It was a sense of dread that welcome me home – again. I know I should have come home earlier to avoid Mum’s accusation of me being the prodigal daughter but time and again, the prospect of coming home to Mum’s continuous dreaded nagging and moodswings just puts the idea off of going home early. And so, I postpone the date to come home to as late as possible and finally today, I’m back home again.
I know Mum’s pretty pissed off with me for spending nearly 2 weeks down in KL. I admit I was being slightly selfish staying that long in KL but it’s all worth it to me because of the amount of time I got to spend with YK. And I seriously do not want to think of pleasing Mum anymore. Time and again, things that I’ve done throughout the years is to please her. My studies, my life, even some of the relationships I had - it all revolves around her. There are so many instances where I could have just lost my temper on relatives who were being obnoxious but yet, each time, I’ll stop myself in time because I was thinking of “saving her face”. I do not want people to accuse her of not being able to educate her daughter properly. All my life, nearly every single thing that I’d done in my life is a tribute to her. Well, except for my teenage years where I was being rebellious.
Now that I’m finally happy again after being so unhappy for the past 2 years or so, Mum just had to try to burst the bubble yet again. When I started going out with the ex 5 years ago, Mum was not entirely happy about the whole relationship. In her eyes, I was much too young to get involved in a relationship with a man. 5 years later, I met a man who truly makes me happy just by being there, a man whom I know deep down inside, truly loves me and is sincere towards me. A man whom I’m very comfortable with. And there she is, trying to imply that I’m making the wrong decision again.
Mum thinks that it’s much too fast for me to start seeing somebody new in a such a short period of time. What she doesn’t understand up to this day is the fact that feelings don’t come easily to me. I admit, it’s easy for me to have crushes on guys but love, it doesn’t come easily. Yet, when it does decide to knock on the door of my heart, it’s there to stay. Mum claims that I’m always weak when it comes to the matter of the heart. And when I accidentally let her know that I stayed over at YK’s place (to which I amended that I was only there for the weekend), she indirectly said that I was being cheap.
“You’ve only known him for such a short period of time and you stayed over at his place already? You’re too open-minded lah…Why are you so open minded? You don’t value yourself wan hor? If you continue not to value yourself, how do you expect him to value you or even respect you next time? You’re just devalue-ing yourself by being so open-minded. Cannot be more old-fashion a bit wan meh?”
She continued on with her relentless comments and questions and surprisingly, I managed to hold my tongue for once. I kept quiet the whole time she was ranting and refuse to make any remarks. Frankly, I held my tongue not because I think what she said is completely true or right. I held my tongue because I do not want us to argue anymore. I’m so sick and tired of arguing with her, of justifying what I do sometimes, of trying to make her understand my situation.
I used to tell Mum practically everything. Now, I barely tell her 10% of what is going on in my life anymore. It has come to the stage where I’m just tired of listening to her complain about me being the prodigal daughter. Whatever I do these days is always not good enough for her. I really miss Mum who is always so understanding. I miss Mum who is always so supportive of me. I miss the old Mum. :’(