Bitch

Had family dinner last night. Its the first and last dinner together ever since the bitch create so much scene. It was heart wrecking, seeing my bro in such a hard position. Watching my mum so heart ached. Throughout the dinner, the bitch was treated transparent. We were treated transparent by her too. She didn't even greet my parents at dinner. Its very rude for not showing any respect. Finished her meal then leave in hurry to her room with the baby. Leaving her unwashed plates there for my bro to clean up. She never wash her own dishes, even do her own laundry. My parents did everything for her, yet she's not happy enough. Hating them for not loving her as much as there love me. For the sake of harmony, we bear all these through the dinner, just to let my parents and bro feel better.

After dinner, bro quickly brought in the baby to let mum hug for the last time. Since mum is leaving to KL the next day, and they will be leaving the day after permanently. My heart breaks, seeing my mum hugging the baby, telling him next time when you come back, I don't think you remember grandma anymore. Mum was in tears. We held back our tears. The bitch asked my bro to leave asap. She actually checked in to hotel earlier, just to make sure bro and baby don't spend time with my parents, even for the last time. I really hate her. Why does she need to be so cruel?

After they left, I grumbled to dad that she's rude for not greeting them. Dad was forgiving, telling us to forget it. He's happy enough she's willing to sit down to have dinner with us. I doubted her sincerity to apologise. She sms everyone saying how sorry she was, but her actions prove that she was not sorry at all.

I brought my parents out to shop after dinner. They went all the way to baby sections to buy the baby more clothes, as they wouldn't be seeing him for sometime or perhaps forever? It hurts to see them like that. We knew very well they have been treating her very well, much better than any of their own children. Yet she's still taking it for granted.

Got home. Putting the new baby clothes to their room. Saw the packed luggage. Every piece of the baby clothes were purchased by me and parents. Even more despair. We have treated her well enough, yet she never realised. Only to hurt us more with words and her actions. Nor matter how terrible or how much madness and chaos she created, my parents never shout or scold her. And her asshole dad called and shouted at my mum to ask me to go and die, for the reason, he thinks I'm an outsider to talk for my parents. WTF. At one point, I hope she would leave forever, dint ever come back. Yet on the other hand, I'm so worry for my bro. SIGH. Its such a dilemma.

I pray for peacefulness for my parents.

I pray that AhBee would do well there.

I pray that he would settle down soon.

I pray that he would remember this family.

I pray someday, he would be back to us.

I pray that we could have happy family dinner like before.