I have a love-hate relationship with my paternal relatives. I sometimes love them…. but I despise them most of the time. Its probably because I grew up having too many bossy cousins around who would pass an errand to me, insult me, push me around and take advantage of the fact that I will not fight back because my father will not even back me up.   I do not even know if they are aware of what they did to me… I do not even know if they cared.

To be quite honest, some of them are not mean. There are a few silent and caring ones. Those who have lived their lives far from my hell hole. Good for them. But they, too, have experienced the wickedness of my male cousins…. I guess because we have tried to live it so that peace will remain in our family.

I am now blogging away my thoughts and I do not even care if any of my relatives will read this or get offended…. they didn’t care if I was anyway. I hate to put the laundry in public but I am now disowning them. I have had enough. I am no longer allowing any of them to hurt me. I have lived a life well-loved by friends and my OWN family and I will not let my relatives put me down just because they are ignorant of their actions toward me. It has to end now.

You might ask… why only now?  Because I thought that when people age, they mature…. that having their own children, they will know what wrong they have done others and vice-versa.  Now i found out, change is not constant to everybody. It only happens to those who claim it… to those people who want their lives to improve. I have been happy all these years that I was away from them…. and I will be happy staying away than attending the rubbish family gatherings where insensitive people pry on younger cousins while the latter are expected to respect the older ones.

Goodbye to decades of sufferings….