Friday, December 2, 2005

You cannot…

I’m always there. I’m just like your shadow: sometimes behind you, other times in front of you. You can run, but you can’t escape me. I’m forever there to remind you who you once were. I’m there no to let you forget a thing. I’m more than your conscience; I’m your worse nightmare. I know everything about you, both your good deeds and especially your bad ones. I’ve seen you grow, I’ve seen you fall in and out of love, I’ve seen you crying and laughing, I’ve seen you in your worst moments, when there was no difference between you and a heartless animal. No, you cannot become someone else because of me. You cannot pretend to be another person because of me. You cannot have a new beginning because of me. You shiver and tremble when you think of me. Oh, how you wish I didn’t exist! Yes, you really wish you could erase all your past, erase ME. But you cannot! Ha ha ha! You cannot! You cannot! You cannot!
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Family issues

Moving on from trivial things to ones that really matter.
 
Today I’ve overheard my father talking on the phone with my grandpa. He was yelling at him and he look quite mad. Yeah, I know what the problem is. I don’t know for how long this has been going, but I know that my father despises his younger sister, Renata.
 
I think it all started after Renata got married and my grandparents along with Ariella, the youngest sister, moved out of their flat and went to live in a house near Braila. All was great except that my grandparents didn’t actually give Renata and her husband that flat, but kind of borrowed it to them until they could find a place of their own. After several years they completely forgot to move out of the flat.
 
Things really started to get messy during the period of my grandma’s illness. Like I’ve said before, she died of breast cancer after 1 year and a half it had been discovered. She had to go to Bucharest to see some doctors and to stay for a while in hospital and she couldn’t go by train, due to her condition. So, Renata’s husband drove her there (about 250 km). Guess what? He made her pay for the gas!!! Can you imagine such a thing??? To make your dying mother-in-law pay for the gas! How greedy and cruel hearted can a man be to do such a thing? My father was deeply saddened by that incident. Not to mention that in the last phase of my grandma’s disease, only Ariella took care of her. Renata was a mere visitor. Not once did she suggest taking my grandma back to the flat where everything would have been much easier for her.
 
My grandma died 4 years ago. Since then my father is at war with his sister. She doesn’t take care of grandpa and Ariella, she doesn’t even visit then only 2-3 a year. And for God’s sake, she live at about a 30-minute walk from them!!! I don’t know whom Renata takes after, cause her parents and her siblings are wonderful people. How can a child be so mean with his parents, especially when they treated him right, and gave him everything. Doesn’t she fear God is she doesn’t fear her father? Doesn’t she ever think that the same thing might happen to her? Don’t all her parent’s sacrifices for her welfare and happiness mean anything? I guess not…
 
 My father wants his share from that apartment. I understand him, cause he is my grandparents child too, and why should Renata deserve all? But my grandpa is so strange; he always complains about Renata’s attitude towards him and Ariella, but he doesn’t want to make thinks right. That really drives my father nuts!
 
What bothers me more is Renata’s lack of feeling towards her family. It’s just like she didn’t give a damn about my grandpa and Ariella. I don’t want to judge her. There’s Someone up there who knows everything and sees everything. He’ll be her judge, and mine too. The best judge ever.
 
I’m flesh from their flesh, blood from their blood, but I’m definitely not soul from their soul. I could never be so heartless especially with my parents, whom I owe EVERYTHING I have and EVERYTHING I am. Please God, don’t change my true feelings for them.
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