Sad Story................

[kschew1498]

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who love me the most in this world

is gone forever.

This is a true story, taken from "Family" (dictated by LD, edited by LSX,

translated by SaFe).

Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps

to our family. Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and

peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as

destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too

late.

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking

Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with

us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother

endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see

him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great

deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where

he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a

balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some

greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up

and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he

said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to

rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any

moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and

both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head

continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicte! d to

this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her country-side habits and lifestyle with her. For

example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she

could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people

spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the

flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will

also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled:

"Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came

home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she

would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home

with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they

cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.

Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little! fool, just don't

tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the

friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In

your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the

breakfast table, mother ###### expression is always like the dark clouds

before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her

chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a

dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of

dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few

minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the

protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her

help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds

of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and th!

at resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would

scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as

not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again. One day, late at

night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her

bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a

difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire

night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally

ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at

me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? we couldn't possibly die

eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"

After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me

and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.

During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to

please.

In order to sto! p her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on

the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At

the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his

breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to

perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I

resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it

because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not

to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears

as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:

"LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice

but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a

sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my

throat. I trie! d to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw

down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out. Just

as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly

in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me

with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of

it, I really didn't mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then

stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final

stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.

For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so

furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up

with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the

feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with

all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life.

Finally, a colle! ague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go and see

a doctor."

The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I

threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that

otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through

this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?

At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been

three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one

look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him.

He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't

know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my

heart.

I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I

have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am

having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of

joy. Wh! at I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears

started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of

one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the

disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.

That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the

lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing

the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit

book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me

for good. What a rational man, so clear cut in love and money matters. I

gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a

good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a

weird look and said: "Mr Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in

the hospital." I stood there in sho! ck. I rushed to the hospital and by

the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look

at me, his face was expressionless.

I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the

tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the furneral,

hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare

at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other

people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward

the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the

country-side. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she

tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...

I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up

that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...

In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong

liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and

could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are

going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his

eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I

had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding

though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby

came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were

living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the

dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I

saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed

her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that

moment of shock, I ent! ered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and

stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him,

and there is no need to say anything.

The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby

stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging

me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the

brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I

will collapse together with the baby inside me.

That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to

indicate to me: Following mother's death, so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home

from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned

to take some of his stuff.

I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to

him vanished.

I lived alone; I go for my me! dical checkups alone, my heart breaks again

and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the

physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider

aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to this

baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole

house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this

piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.

In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find

peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a

while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like

mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you

cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out

from there.

After I hung up my! coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I

smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull e paper towards me.

Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the

paper to him.

"LD, you are pregnant?"

Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not

control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes,

but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing

each other.

Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,

everything seem so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never

reach them.

I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me, I had

originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the

western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold cold look in his eyes,

I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep deep scares in each

other's heart. For me, its uninte! ntional; for him, totally intentional.

I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now,

what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated! Other than the

thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I

am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I

don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the

moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from

my heart.

Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I

will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's

room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept

quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he

would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with

him, he would then grab me and laugh. He have forgotten that last time, I

cared for him and am concerned becau! se there is love, but now, what is

there between us?

Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,

children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it

stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to

reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice

but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his

computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of

that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late

night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into

the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for

this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding

my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the

jour! ney to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and

hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth

body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as

much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes

caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.

Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at me and our son, his eyes

tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.

Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I

cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes

of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the

truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that

moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was

already in terminal stage and it was a mira! cle that he managed to last

this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer?

Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his

funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into

his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I

had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote

for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a

look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your

life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can

accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now

no long has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible

difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you

meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion... Son, after

writing! these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you

through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your

mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the

one who loves me most..."

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work

and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was

written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I

have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want

to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My

dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile,

thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to

our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every

year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging..."

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over

and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son

to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."

He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in

his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button

on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears

slowly rolled down my face...

The end...

[kschew1498]

I nearly .......

Conclusion I draw......never engage in cold war......split it out.........

[Zero Oxygen]

sigh, if this is true, i really find that it is the wife fault.

Refuse to speak out, refuse to explain, refuse to do anything when anything just happened..

only think that not doing anything the matter will pass.....

Letting the thing blow bigger and bigger and finally pop.

sigh even more sigh..... the action of this women seem so much like my gf ..... sigh

[Chris]

Very Sad and touching.

My taking, show love now cos there may not be a later.

[kschew1498]

Well....I always take my initiative.......my philosophy.......try my best to settle any dispute, quarrel, misunderstanding, unhappiness......on the same day......swallow my ego or pride and voice out first.........she my Mdm......so.......... ..........

[Zero Oxygen]

Well....I always take my initiative.......my philosophy.......try my best to settle any dispute, quarrel, misunderstanding, unhappiness......on the same day......swallow my ego or pride and voice out first.........she my Mdm......so.......... ..........

sigh good for u, got dispute voice out greater dispute, no dispute voice out become dispute, prolong dispute no voice out biggest dispute, prolong dispute voice out greater than great dispute

how how

[flubberina13]

kschew...you made me cry in my workplace...my colleagues gave me a quizzing look...

Is this real? So sad...

But good material for a life story to be dramatised...

[kschew1498]

sigh good for u, got dispute voice out greater dispute, no dispute voice out become dispute, prolong dispute no voice out biggest dispute, prolong dispute voice out greater than great dispute

how how

That rhyme very well...........hahahaha

[kschew1498]

kschew...you made me cry in my workplace...my colleagues gave me a quizzing look...

Is this real? So sad...

But good material for a life story to be dramatised...

My apologies Mdm.....

Me too....My eyes were red after reading this......

[alanseah]

well if u take sometime and sit down and think... alot of time those qurrel and cold war r just simpily plain childish...

if u really see it u can even ask yourself how come can quarrel over such none importance stuff...

learn to control your temper and talk thing over clamly and voice out your point of view...

Guess all these take time and patient to learn to control

[bwilly]

sibei long n not good enuff.

I wonder if I will in his shoe...

He should do something jealous to make my wife goes away..

a clean straight cut maybe if not with kid. If with kid, then not

easy, got to face some things together. unless u know there's a secret admirer of the wife who won't mind extra baggage, then u should leave the wife..

got one such story, a guy break up with a gal after he found out he got terminal disease, when they were abt to marry. tell the gal he dun loves her any more. the gal went oversea n after some years came back n met the boy parents. the parents then brought the gal to the boy's grave..

"As long as you are happy, I am happy...."

another super touching story -

[bwilly]

one married couple.

somehow the lady got blinded in an accident.

after numerous encouragement the hubby get the wife to do some job.

some sort of to encourage her to stand on her own feet.

the hubby in the inital weeks will accompany the nervous wife to take the bus

before going to work. eventually one day the hubby told the wife, he's not

going to accompany her any more. wife was scared n almost wanted to tear,

but in her anger decide to go to work via herself. summarise - all the stuffs n

craps she encounter in her first solo work trip..

2nd, 3rd day also the same. the hubby also did not accompany the wife no more.

wife of course felt hurted n thought the husband do not love her any more. this goes on for many months, till one day the bus driver speak to the wife once on the bus.

"you are so fortunate, there's always one handsome guy who accompany you on your each trip regardless of rain n sunshine each day, make sure you get off your destination before he got off himself at the next stop." (also wanted to help her when she initally almost get thrown off when the bus jerk but did not.)

Then the wife found out how the hubby really loves her. (n wanted her to stand on her own feet)...

[minsmarine]

There is always undecleared war between wife and mother-in-law.

Mother thinks that the woman her son married take her son away from her.

And wife thinks the mother-in-law is unresonable.

Especially the case will get worse, if both women are from different background.

An outsider view, nobody wrong but communication breakdown.

So try to have good communication is the best medizin for the married couple.

I won't say it's a story , but I believe it's a TRUE STORY.

[kschew1498]

Totally agree....we moved out just to prevent a volcano eruption.......

Now I pity my brother.....sigh!

[Siput]

Never, EVER, draw lines....miscommunications/non-communications is what kills relationships, of any sorts.

[minsmarine]

Remember

Love != Life

( Geez so used to computer C language ) mean

Love is not equal to Life.

[terryansimon]

can somebody do summary? I read half way sian 1/2 *been reading long articles like crazy for school work the past few weeks. *

[minsmarine]

To short,

when u got married, don't ever ask your mother to stay with your family. Due to mother-in-law and wife undeclear love war.

Your mother thinks your wife (to be) take you away from her ( including love )

Your wife thinks your mom is old and so much talking / or not talking at all.

OK. So make sure u married to the girl who was introduced by your mother.

BTW, b4 and after married is different story. So if you are having good relationship between your mom and your gf doesn't grantee to after married.

Life Story

[terryansimon]

fwah. another woman hitler story is it? by the way, anagram for mother in law is woman hitler. quite fitting if you ask me.

[seamonkee]

Morale of the story... mothers and wives dun mix....