I always knew there was something wrong with my father. Of all the stupid things he’s done, disowning me must take gold for it. A few months back, I was in somewhat a better relationship with my "stepmom". Everything must be going just fine except for that fateful day. My brothers, my parents and a few of my mom’s friends that have arrived from the States were roaming in our expedition at Makati for a condo to lease for her friends. Like girls, they took the time looking at one place to another until it was quite unbearable. I had enough brains to buy my brothers some C2 to quench their thirst, but i am not a rich man so they had to be content in drinking just a bottle. Then my stepmom and her friends came down from the condo, since we waited in the parking lot, carrying of all things bottles of C2. We were happy when the motor started running. Being the eldest, even feeling older than my childish older brother, it was my responsibility to pass around the bottles from her to my younger brother. I had to go last, for i needed to guarantee by brothers go first before I. As I finished distributing, I asked her for my share. Everything was good between me and her before that and I don’t know what I did to deserve whatever happened afterwards, infront of my father, in front of my brothers, infront of her friends that I have not even met before that day. She got a bottle from the plastic bag, openned it up, looked at me straight in the eye, drank from the bottle that was supposed to be mine, and sighed a sigh of absolute contentment, not as if she were insulting me, but definitely insulting me. I am a man of pride. Tell me you are angry with me, and we’ll talk about it. insult me when we are just the only people who can hear or see it, I would care less. BUT INSULT ME INFRONT OF MY BROTHERS, MY FATHER, AND PEOPLE I DO NOT EVEN KNOW, I will make you taste hell like no other. I keep a grudge. People can attest to that and I am not one to mess around with. A split second after her act in that crowd, I said that I have other Titas (meaning other stepmoms) that would be more than glad to provide me more than what she has, and what i’ll do is, infront of her peers, drink or eat right infront of her something that she could never afford. In that incident, her friend cringed in that moment. But I was not done with her. I up the anti. I control the emotions of the family. If I am happy, the family is happy. If I am sad, the family weeps with me. If I a vengeful, the family is quiet. She definitely felt my anger, and so did her friends. my stepmom tried to compensate by bringing them to a resto. What was once a lively trip, fell into a deathly silence. What ever attempt she did to liven it up was killed by angered spirit. There were many attempts, all were squashed by me. And even her friends felt the anguish and the pitless, desire to exact revenge. Arriving at the "mall of asia", at a resto, she told us to get whatever food we want. My brothers, out of fear or respect, did not order the way that I did. They did not speak, nor did they act interested or responsive to whatever her attempts to "liven" things up. Her friends started to question if this is the way she handles her family. She looked stupid and stunned… exactly the way I wanted it. She made a fool of ME. I shall bring it 50 steps more extreme than what you did. I will make you go crazy. She has lost the interest of her friends and her children in any activity. Her image has been shattered. Her spirit broken. All that because of her stupid attempt to show off to her friends her "superiority" over me. Like that is going to happen.
I control the heart and soul of the family. If I am happy, the family is full of joy. If I am sad, the family mourns with me. If I am vengeful, It will be the devil to pay. I keep a grudge. And I am still not done with her. I made her even more stupid everytime the family gets together to eat. The conversation starts with me, ends with me. Whatever attempt she made to talk in the table was recieved by silence, where usually there is familiar conversation and laughter. Whenever she left early from the dinner table, I bring back the life into it. A thing that she could never do. I make her watch while she walks away that there is life at the table. Everytime. I will make you regret making me look like an idiot. I will make more than look like an idiot, I will make you into one.
A few months back, my father stepped in to relieve the tension. He told me to apologize to her for what I have done. I told him I can never, ever do that. My Pride dictates it. She has not shown any remorse whatsoever in doing so. She does that And maybe I might reconsider. He does not allow it. He says that Being an adult, I should do it, and not ask her tro do the same. Is she not an adult too? And as far as I was concerned, was it I that provoked these things to happen? was it only I that did not show remorse for what has Happened?! And why are you defending her? Issn’t she the one that Insulted, right in front of you ,My brother Joey and I, That Joey’s grades were all below 80 and bluntly said he didnt have what it takes to make it to any private school? I would have punched her right then and there for saying that. How can you, as my father, take that and agree to what she was saying ABOUT YOUR CHILD?!?!?! As far as I was concerned, I may go as far that we both had an equal share in what happened, so why should I do it? " because I said so" said my father. Beautiful reasoning. My father gave me an ultimatum. Either I apologize, or I am to be disinherited. I chose the latter. My father would have none of that. Then my father brought up the topic that MY MOTHER WOULD TURN IN HER GRAVE. HOW LOW CAN YOU GET?We argued and we argued until we came into a compromise. My stepmom and I would have a face to face. I made him promise on his and my grave that that would happen. Whatever happens afterwards, bahala na. I agreed to those and only those terms. I waited night and day for that to happen. Are you trying to protect her because you know I would let her have a piece of my mind and that you know that I am right?!?!Nothing happened. A week, a month, a few months, still none. I could care less and I still carried the same attitude towards her. Then she left to Davao for two months. I was happy when she left. Then, when hurricane Melenyo came around, she texted me to know how we are. Ano sa tingin mo sakin? close tayo? di ah… during that time, my father was out of town and I was the only one with a cellphone. I did not reply, and I made her worry like hell. A few weeks later, my dad fetched her from davao and upon arrival to the house, she greeted her kids. I did not move, nor to care to move. Seeing that I did that, she came up to me and said in a very "palenkera" manner : "Hello Rafael!". I looked at her straight into her eye then returned to what I was reading , dismissing her as nothing at all. A few mins. later my father came barging into my room saying that he has no son like me. There was a reason why I did not flinch. I still ate dinner the same way: making the table as cold as Ice; and after she left, as lively as it could be. It did not touch me. A week passed by with the same results. Then a text from my father last tuesday saying that I am now disinherited officially. My father chose her above me. No surprise. My father was already dead to me long before that. and for that, my mother would have turned in her grave to what my father has done. I gave them the opportunity to fix the family, and to their word, I believed them. It does not take only words to fix it, my father did not back it up with action, the way at least, I remembered my father would do the opposite. It was no longer my pride, but his that killed it. he would not let me talk with her for fear of letting loose a wolf into a sheep’s pen. And for that, I am disinherited. He has abandoned everyone and everything that was right: MY first stepmom, my grandparents, My closest relatives and above all, My mother. I am no different. I will look to those he abandoned for strenght and support. I am now free from the burdens and the chains they have put on me. Now the burden of losing a son will fall on his shoulder, For what? His pride and her ego.
earthquakes arn’t that often you know…. Still wouldda prefered being drunk though…. Good night!