God, i get angry so easily, and my BP shoots up.
My MIL have this amazing talent to turn a good happy laughing situation to a uneasy, unformatable one. Bitch!!! God i hate her.
So, I'm blogging after a long time, which means i was happy and busy for 4 days. because i went out of station - to my moms place. And i came back yesterday, and Bitch is still giving me cold looks, why would she do that? she can smile, at others but not to me. but u know what, when i went home i saw how my dad's behavior, man he would beat my MIL, had she be a women. his attitude towards my mom and brother is so shocking. i mean he is from a same family. he is a dad, a husband. how will a person feel if the dad or husband is too cold. in that matter my MIL is just 50% of that, he is that cold towards them. pathetic. the grass is not green that that side either. things are bad every where.
but man, still i couldn't tolerate this bitch. her high pitched nagging voice is uuuuffff... too much to take. her cold look, sometime, well not sometimes, always, i feel like slapping me. knocking her head so hard with a iron bar like they show in movies.
i feel sick sometimes, for storing up this much of hatred and anger in heart. i need a vent or diversion for this. i feel sick. take some somewhere far off this place. keep me busy.
My MIL have this amazing talent to turn a good happy laughing situation to a uneasy, unformatable one. Bitch!!! God i hate her.
So, I'm blogging after a long time, which means i was happy and busy for 4 days. because i went out of station - to my moms place. And i came back yesterday, and Bitch is still giving me cold looks, why would she do that? she can smile, at others but not to me. but u know what, when i went home i saw how my dad's behavior, man he would beat my MIL, had she be a women. his attitude towards my mom and brother is so shocking. i mean he is from a same family. he is a dad, a husband. how will a person feel if the dad or husband is too cold. in that matter my MIL is just 50% of that, he is that cold towards them. pathetic. the grass is not green that that side either. things are bad every where.
but man, still i couldn't tolerate this bitch. her high pitched nagging voice is uuuuffff... too much to take. her cold look, sometime, well not sometimes, always, i feel like slapping me. knocking her head so hard with a iron bar like they show in movies.
i feel sick sometimes, for storing up this much of hatred and anger in heart. i need a vent or diversion for this. i feel sick. take some somewhere far off this place. keep me busy.
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