There… I said It!

I woke up late today, I stayed late last night finishing up some stuff and because of “Tiktik- The Aswang Chronicle”. I went down the stairs and the house was already silent. It’s the middle of the week and my brother’s first day of school. I saw the kitchen and it was a mess. My blood pressure spiked up and I think my brain was not able to contain it. Egg shells scattered on the kitchen counter, uncleaned frying pans on top of the stove, and the table with all the trashes. I ranted in my brain. Ugh, it’s unbelievable! Nevertheless, I cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, wiped the table and mopped the floors. I wanted everything clean before Blyf wakes up to make another mess which I don’t mind- she’s only 2.

I counted in my mind the number of times I cursed my father and step mom for their inability to discipline themselves and my brothers. It’s just too much. Whether I clean the house or not, they won’t mind. They only clean the house when they have visitors, for me? WTF?! I can’t live in a house crawling with worms and roaches! If it’s not wrong to point out the things that I do here, I would have slapped it on their faces but then this is not my house so I want to stay respectful for as long as we are here. The lot that we purchased for an installment is the best idea since we moved here. I can’t wait to be in our own house, our own home. Why are houses very expensive in this country?!

Again, I do not want to mind.

Near lunch, my brothers came home from school. I wondered because they are not supposed to be home until later in the afternoon. They usually have lunch at school. My brother asked to cook stuff from my supplies for his own consumption. I told him, “Cook the fish I let out of the fridge for everyone’s consumption. You are not the only one who eats here”. I am pissed. Can you tell? Hahaha!

After the phone call I had with a friend, I went to the kitchen and told my brother this. “Please, when you cook the eggs that I bought, do not leave the shells on the kitchen because we have a garbage can. When you eat on the table where I also work, please wipe it clean so I can work on time and that my boss will not terminate me for slacking off. If I ever lose my job, you pay for the bills. Please, clean the utensils and do not wait for me to do these stuff for I am not your maid. If you think maids buy groceries, pay the bills, and do all the chores then give me one to abuse.”

I think I made myself clear. I hope I made myself clear.

 

This is what makes me mad in the morning.

 

The table where I work.

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3 thoughts on “There… I said It!

  1. I understand your frustration and I agree with you 100%! I am finally at a point in my life where I feel comfortable saying ‘I hate my sister’. Just because people are related to you doesn’t mean you have to like them OR love them. They have to earn it just like everyone else. You are a better person than I am. I would have distributed the egg shells into every pair of socks he owns. There is always a next time! Good Luck – you are lovely. I enjoy reading your stuff…

    • Right?! πŸ™‚ Thanks for that! It’s hard to grow up in a culture where people expect you to love your family blindly. I beg to disagree. Values, character and principle plays a big role in relationships.

      I’m glad I’m not alone. I haven’t reached that point yet but that is a good idea! hmmm…

  2. I can see what they’re doing too. They don’t clean as they go. Perhaps they think that it’s ok because they’re in a hurry (so they won’t be late at school). That is actually a good excuse if they really are late for school but I doubt that because these boys are used to waking up very early in the morning even when school is off. I wake up at 3am in the morning to work, when I come down, when I’m on break, one of them is already lying on the couch comfortably watching tagalog movies (talk about morning rituals…).

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