since I got home this early to nobody. I like to peace and quiet and the me time I get occasionally.
It infuriates me to the max when people press my hot buttons. Not like I don't get enough crap at work dealing with humans every single day. I have to deal with someone who owes me a grand total of 4 grand, returning me in installment plan with no interest rate, pathetically at $100 a month, paying a month and skipping half a year. After these years, the amount stays at 1.6 grand unpaid.
Someone who will be educating our children in the future.
Someone who, instead of paying up, insist on seeing what he has owed to know 'what he is paying for'... when in the first place, he hasn't been paying back much! And I am supposed to have a spreadsheet to account for all that.
And during which, in 2006, when I conveniently left to reside in another continent, the repayment automatically stopped till I barked.
Every Chinese new year when I am told to return whoever the money I owe, I think of the small fortune I left out in the open to a man who do not respect the lender - not getting any interest simply because I feel lesser a person for doing so - and it just kills me. At least if one is superstitious enough, you will believe that it will come back to you. I don't even wish to use the harsh R word.
But what makes me stronger is knowing that thankfully, I got out. Not as fast as I should, but. And even if the bling that sits on my finger does not necessarily mean I have it all, at least it is comforting to know that the man that sleeps next to me is a mature, responsible, dependable man who bothered to crack his head to think of ways to ask me for my hand.
And at least he can afford it.
There is absolutely nothing better than 3 words for him:
Shame on you.
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