No wonder la.. ur past experience makes u think with more security $$$$ guy/husband, things will be much better.
You don't have do those hassle things u dun like/ mafan stuff by urself and leave it for others to kau time using $$$$.
Have u heard the saying "Sorry, no cure".? No matter how hard u say sorry, the damage is done and the crack will alwys be in ur heart.
Sometimes, its the person attitude that put love aside and give lotsa excuses when bad things happen.
Like my friend, she's also a full time mother, Hubby earns 15K.
She alwys complain her baby hard to take care n alwys kacau her when she o9 in her room.
Recently she put her baby play alone outside her room, but the baby alwy try go into her room. She close the door try to block her baby go into her room but din
notice her baby finger is at the side of the door hinge den kiap the baby finger till kemek... lotsa blood and whole finger turn black.. baby cry non-stop.
Sent to specialist for treatment chk finger bone break ady...
dunno next time still can write properly onot...
Maybe wat i wrote above way out topic ady.. its just my adv for full time mother dun take things for granted even u have rich hubby, u need to take care ur children or love ones well.
Good luck.
QUOTE(moorish @ Oct 10 2009, 07:55 PM)
Life was hard for the remaining 1 and a half years I think, dad was tied to the bed, his skin would be very flaky, i would take leave until nearly kena fire, and at night I really really party getting high not only in alcohol. Many times mom would call me to come back early cos dad made a mess and I would just delay and sometimes ignore her, I was really tired of all these, I was passed the stage where I feel ashame of myself, I just couldnt take the burden.
Many times I would pray to God to take my dad away, I would say it is for his own good but I think I do it because I cant take the burden anymore. one fine morning having breakfast with my mom, she ask me to check on dad as he was coughing, she told me to take him to see doc few days ago but I just dili dali, so I got up and went to dads room and I saw he was yellow, I went near him and feel his hands, it was really could, tears gather at my eyes I gave a last kiss on his forehead, my lips was like kissing on a cold tile.
I've phail, but I gave excuse to myself I'm only human, I can only take burden to only a certain load, I feel guilty and sorry, it has been many years since dad passed away I've never fail to go pray and put orkids to his grave every month, orkid was his fav flower. This is to remind myself, the failure I once was for I couldnt keep a simple promise to look after father.
Actually I duno if its good that I share such personal matter here, but guess nobody knows who I am they wont know who my dad was. And hopefully my experience will bring light to others here, because I know one day it would be my moms turn and this time I think I;m better prepared. And hopefully you guys be prepared to.
This post has been edited by viper88: Oct 10 2009, 10:50 PM