Sadly this is the last and ending post...so for this special occasion, I decided to change up my style of writing a little bit. There'll still be a lesson, but the second part of my post will be a personal story from my life I'll never forget. Well, hope you enjoyed my blog!
Last lesson: DON'T EVER NEVER EVER NEVER EVER INVOLVE YOUR KIDS IN ANY KIND OF ISSUE IN YOUR MARRIAGE/RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER!
It's been a little over 5 years since this little incident happened and I thought I was over with it. I thought I forgave and forgot about it. But I guess I was wrong. I started to think about my dad tonight, and that memory came back to my head. Right then I began to cry as if it happened all over and I never saw it coming again.
2003: I was so happy to finally be able to see my dad in so many months. We rarely ever had time to visit my dad when my sisters and mom and I went down to L.A. We were out there for a wedding on my mom's side of the family, and my mom said we can go visit my dad if we want. She said we could spend the night at his house and she would pick us up in the morning for our long drive back to the bay area. You don't even understand how much joy--that rushed into me in only that 1 second it took my mom to say the word yes--I had in me to just hug my dad. Or even just be in the same house as him, for I missed the feeling of having that father around. But too bad that joy ended almost as fast as it built up in me.
My mom dropped my little sister and I at his house. We rushed out and ran into the house, but only my cousins, aunt, and uncle was there. They said that he was at a church function and he should be home soon. Only a few minutes later and I hear the car pull up outside. It was him. I seen him through the window walking towards the front door with plates and plates of Tongan food. I was thinking, "Wow. Two nice treats in one night...seeing my dad and eating my favorite Tongan food." He walked in the house and there my sister and I stood cheesin' and looking stupid in front of all his family. I promise you don't even understand the pain that all of a sudden got hammered into me. His face expression was not what I was expecting. And definitely what he said was not what I expected. "What are you guys doing here?! Who told you guys to come here?! I don't care where she is, call your mom and tell her to come back right now and pick you two up!" My chest felt heavy, my face started to swell up, my lungs felt like it was going to shatter. My heart. My heart was in so much pain like needles were just flying at it. When I thought the needles were done, my heart fell to the ground, from a 50 story building. Then ran over by a big rig carrying 10 elephants. Then trampled over by the elephants. Then it just lied there and rotted. Well, for 15 minutes straight until my mom got back, he was telling us he didn't want us there because my mom decided for my sisters and I not to be part of a wedding from his side of the family. Apparently he thought it was only right if we didn't come to his side of the family's functions, we shouldn't come at all. Thanks for warning us about that mom. No, I don't blame her for it. I blame him. My mom has always done the right thing in raising us girls. She didn't want to involve my sisters and I in the fight she was having with my dad. My dad's family never liked my mom and is known for making her kids look stupid, so why should my mom let us girls be part of their wedding all of sudden after 10 years? She was only protecting us from them. My dad didn't agree at all. He's a punk and always running to his damn mom! Listening to everything that evil witch said! The whole time my sister and I stood there crying, and feeling moded, that bitch sat there right next to my dad looking at us and giving us an evil eye. What my dad did was nothing a parent should ever do to their kids. All I could feel was hurt. It hurt.
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