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Friday, March 25, 2005

What’s with mothers and sons huh? Why do they care so much? Even when they were treated like crap? Why aren’t daughters loved as such? Because we are more complacent? Because we don’t want to be troublesome? I asked because of what had happened very early this morning. After midnight, Ash and me, we were sleeping – me because I was tired out from long working hours, him because…he always sleeps soundly. Anyway MIL came into our room. I don’t think she had knocked. Her firstborn son was outside the house, tapping on her bedroom’s window pane, calling out her name. Apparently his wife was with him too. I told her to go to sleep and ignore them. She said she couldn’t. Twice she came in our room before she returned to hers. That was because Ash threatened to call the police. When he didn’t get any reaction, Ash’s brother began to ring the doorbell. Oh man! Leave us alone why don’t you? Ash said most probably they wanted to move in with us, what with the wifey being pregnant and all. NO FUCKING WAY! Ash has enough on his plate to take care of those leeches again. Once they cling on to us they will never let go. I don’t want my baby to be stressed out like he was when they were living with us. I don’t want him to get mad that he would be rendered almost speechless and literally became red in the face due to his attempt to speak out in anger. I don’t want them to spoil our dream.

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Friday, March 25, 2005

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