Relationships 3

Here I am, back again with a lot more of the tiny short stories of my family and my lovely mother.

Now I know a lot of us have parents that don't understand what we mean, or just don't take us seriously and at the same time there are so many who actually have such loving families, and maybe you are one of them.

Perhaps you might have a family that loves you but at the same time doesn't comprehend you and your emotions due to their own views.

I'm sorry if I tell you...but well... you really a lucky bastard eh?

Ya ya, no need to get mad at me, I know it's not as easy as I make it out to be.

Trust me, I know.

It's just that after 19 years of continuous abuse and torment, I find most of you so lucky. I really do.

Well, moving on from chummy talk, let me tell you some more stories, how does that sound?

Better? Yay! So...

I am going to tell you guys about the time I had an accident with my mum driving the bike when I was around 10-11 years old (there are also a couple of mini-stories within this).

It was a beautiful bright sunny warm day in mid-October and a young youthful me was super excited.

Oh, why you ask? 6th grade me had joined these extra-curricular activities in my school which were Salsa and Hip-Hop and they had held a dance skit for the parents of the students who had joined. Man the dance teacher really was creepy (a long story for next time).

Sadly, as I always was incredibly distant with my mum and my biological father at that time was in Singapore, I was eager for my performance however I was dreading to dance in front of my mum and I ended up forgetting my heels for my Salsa routine and a cloth for Hip-hop.

...I was immensely stupid, thank you very much.

I remember when I reached school and realized what the hell I had just done, all of my excitement went to absolute shit because I lived 45 minutes away from the school and I was very sure my darling mother would not agree to get me my shoes.

Not only that, my dance teacher was extremely frustrated and pissed at me to the point he was willing to kick me off for Salsa.

He made me call my precious mother who yelled curses at me through the other end.

The conversation went somewhat like this:

An almost to tears petrified me wailing, "Mummy, I'm so so sorry but I forgot my shoes for the performance, could you please get them for me?"

My sweet mum cooing, "Are you f##king serious right now? How dumb are you Kiwi? Can't you take any responsibility for your own self? What is wrong with you, you stupid bi##h?"

Scaring me to death with her screaming as my teacher was right next to me, I quivered, "Mumma, please, the Sir is really mad at me, I had kept the bag of shoes right on the table, Can you please get it with you?"

Comforting me, she screeched, "You deserve this. I hope all your classmates realize how pathetic you are. I'm not getting anything, It will be fun watching you struggle."

While I tried talking back, she had disconnected the phone from the other side.

My teacher looked at me, pursing his lips and just shaking his head in disarray.

"If you can find a pair of heels from any teacher or woman, that would be fine as well. Otherwise, you could just dance in those black school shoes."

I remember I had found a cloth from one of my friends for the Hip-Hop performance and I eagerly waited for my mum, expecting that she would still get me my shoes, even though she yelled bloody murder at me in front of each of my classmates.

When she arrived, as anticipated by the lot of you, she obviously didn't get me anything.

Instead, she grabbed my wrist tightly, pulling me to the side, and whispering at me, fuming, "You really think I would have brought them after you called me in front of your teacher?"

Fortunately, at that exact time, one of my close friends came up to me and started talking to us and my mum instantly changed her expression and acted all charming and pleasant.

And now I shall complete this story in the other chapter because my god is this a bit long, and also because I wrote quite a lot today and I'm very mentally tired and just have that fear creeping in me because of my abusers that I unfortunately have to reside with as of now.

But I promise to complete this soon, so until next time lovelies!

See you later!

P.S: I hope I get better in these few days to write more chapters soon because it's so physically draining and mentally horrible to be only able to get to sleep 3 hours a day due to anxiety and some stupid people waking you up at 7 am in the morning when you don't have anything to do and yelling instantly when they forcefully yank your damn arms and body off the bed to force you up. See you all in some time though, stay safe everyone.