My family

My mom wouldn’t want me to buy the house. She is my number one antagonist in my daily decisions in life. Dad is like, it’s okay.. blah.. blah.. time for you to become independent and know the value of every money spent in your salary.

Yes, it’s like the ordinary scenario alright. You can say that again. But you haven’t heard the slightest thing of it all. It wasn’t even a preword. What she was glaring about is that my very-big-mouthed-brother told her that I am living-in with not-so-close-classmate-in-elementary-days.

And how I just hate it when my brother told mom about it without even asking me first.

It’s not as if I am getting married. It’s just sharing everything that the house covers, with him. Not sharing the house and him. Uggghh. It’s really difficult when you were raised by a very old-fashioned family. Everything is a big deal. And I hate it.

As soon as my aunt heard of the thing, Auntie interrogated me with questions about not-so-close-classmate-in-elementary-days. Such questions that irritated me most are: “What is his religion?”, “Is he a Catholic?”, “What University was he from?”, “Did he came from a wealthy family?”, “What does his parents’ do?”.

And it really sucked. Seeing my family getting interested with the only person whom I’m seeing with after Brenth. It’s as if they haven’t gotten enough of how we were able to end our relationship. These are the times in which I wish they can sense that I don’t want to spill every thing that happened. Brenth and I are really over. It was a very painful break-up. No matter how these four months had helped me deal with life, still it’s not enough reason to make way for another heart breaking moment. And NO it wouldn’t be not-so-close-classmate-in-elementary-days.