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Ugh.
What to do when a parental unit goes bonkers on you?
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bebiteeny, girl, I know you feel my pain.
Mom has just gone a ranting rampage, covering topics of the uselessness of her children in never helping her in life to disowning us all and moving to the motherland to die a peaceful death (to which I thought that was a horrible idea because, hello! Health care and sanitation in the motherland is not exactly the cleanest when you're living in one of the poorest countries in the world), to the fact that I do not have a boyfriend nor ambitions to pop out a half dozen children for the sole benefit for her to love to the fact that we do not have any sense of filial duty and etc. with many splashes of religious speak thrown into the mix.
Shake and repeat.
Thank goodness my uncle is here to calm her down a bit...but then again, she just demanded that I tutor my baby cousins without a care to my own social agenda nor my own willingness to do such things.
I wonder what it is about asian parents who just demand their kids to do things without a care to what their children's desire and yet, they expect their kids to go out and do amazing things so they can brag and taunt their peers? There has been many an instance where I have no say in the usage of my time and yet they berate me for not being a perfect daughter. Where I've done as they asked and they continue to contradict themselves.
And why am I always the only one who's around to listen to them nag/complain/whine and I can't even speak since they will only turn on me and shred me to pieces.
If my mom doesn't want to will the house simply because I don't do the dishes right away or for the fact that I can't tutor my baby cousins since work calls me away, then fine. Her mood swings make me want to give up on trying to be the perfect daughter.
And please, no more telling me I'm going to hell for not being the perfect daughter. I'm already going there for never being perfect.
What to do when a parental unit goes bonkers on you?
bebiteeny, girl, I know you feel my pain. Mom has just gone a ranting rampage, covering topics of the uselessness of her children in never helping her in life to disowning us all and moving to the motherland to die a peaceful death (to which I thought that was a horrible idea because, hello! Health care and sanitation in the motherland is not exactly the cleanest when you're living in one of the poorest countries in the world), to the fact that I do not have a boyfriend nor ambitions to pop out a half dozen children for the sole benefit for her to love to the fact that we do not have any sense of filial duty and etc. with many splashes of religious speak thrown into the mix.
Shake and repeat.
Thank goodness my uncle is here to calm her down a bit...but then again, she just demanded that I tutor my baby cousins without a care to my own social agenda nor my own willingness to do such things.
I wonder what it is about asian parents who just demand their kids to do things without a care to what their children's desire and yet, they expect their kids to go out and do amazing things so they can brag and taunt their peers? There has been many an instance where I have no say in the usage of my time and yet they berate me for not being a perfect daughter. Where I've done as they asked and they continue to contradict themselves.
And why am I always the only one who's around to listen to them nag/complain/whine and I can't even speak since they will only turn on me and shred me to pieces.
If my mom doesn't want to will the house simply because I don't do the dishes right away or for the fact that I can't tutor my baby cousins since work calls me away, then fine. Her mood swings make me want to give up on trying to be the perfect daughter.
And please, no more telling me I'm going to hell for not being the perfect daughter. I'm already going there for never being perfect.
