What a bad day!

I bumped into my ex mother in law at Kenyalang market this morning.. it was like bumping into horrible ghost at 12 midnite. I was having my breakfast with friends at 2nd floor food stall. I think she must have saw me first before I saw her lah... She intentionally stand behind me and shouted at dunno who... then, when i turn around... oh my! shit! Its her... my friends were also shocked to see her, as she has such a heavy make up... super red blusher, blue eyes shadow and super super red lip... she's damn proud of herself 1, u know! She remark herself that she has got the most translucent complexion.

I really can't forget how she tortured and humiliated me during my past 11 years marriage. She makes me knee down on the floor to wash her clothing, while I am 6-7 months pregnant. She makes me wash her soiled panties, sometimes, even with shit and urine... U know! as daughter in law, I never deserve to have the share for the chicken thigh or good food. It's only reserve for the emperor and queen in the family... Whenever I am out dining with friends, by any chance there is fried chicken wing, I will start puzzling whether can i take the wing or not? My past still shadowing me...

The most unbearable memory is... she loves to sprinkle salt and vinegar to taunt the son to whack me... She claimed that during her times, her mother in law can have the authority to smack their daughter in law, if they dun take instruction correctly... TRY ME LAH! shit!

Believe it or not? my ex-husband never subsidize me even a single cent for household nor milk powder for our kids. Moreover, I am requested to buy grocery every beginning of the month, the reason is, I am staying under their bloody roof...

Every saturday, I even have to cook for all the brothers, sisters, brother in law, sister in law, cat & dog, around 18 of them. U know, they never willing to come a bit early to help up... always come right on the dot, sometimes, even while I still cooking, they already sit their butt down and enjoying the meal, I feel myself like an Indonesian housemaid... After they finished their meal, they will normally just lift their butt and move to the living room, while I have to do the cleaning and washing.

When i think of my past, I really sallute myself for been able to go through the harsh pace...

I managed to divorce him with a help from a closed friend. (Thanks, TP... I'm grateful) We have joint custody over the 2 kids, but... wat's the different, kids are always under my full care... he is fully occupied for his own wild nite life...

So, ladies... think, observe, see, feel, sense the man, before you marry them... of course, not everyone of them are evil, but prevention is better than treatment, right! Maybe, I'm the only unlucky 1.