Gawd, I’m moving out of this house! I never thought I’d say this but mom and I have reached a point of no return, we are beyond redemption. I don’t understand her, you know. This woman thinks she is the reincarnation of Mother Theresa. Yes, selflessness is generally a good trait – but that’s if you are not my mother. I mean I don’t understand why she let people walk all over her and get away with it all in the name of peace-keeping.

And she expects me to be like her, have a selfless, forgiving heart. By nature I’m not a very forgiving person – no, I don’t just go around forgiving people who don’t deserve forgiveness. I don’t know how she expects me to hug someone –this dimwit called Avela, my Aunt Lizzie’s son – who stole my laptop and sold it. No, all that turn “the other cheek” business is for the Bible.

Luckily, I found it – although everything is deleted. My files, my documents – everything’s gone! And all mom can say is that I should forgive him because ‘he is merely a child, he is still young and needs guidance’.

I said, “No, what he needs is beating up!”

If it weren’t for mom’s timely intervention, I would have skinned the little twerp alive. I’ve been angry before, but not this angry. What makes me even more a mad is that my mom, instead of standing up for me, turns around and makes me the bad person?

Why can’t my own mom side with me for once? I always have to be the one who is wrong, the one who isn’t thinking straight, the one ‘who allows her judgement to be clouded by anger’. (Yes, she does sound like Desmond Tutu!)

Nothing I say or do is ever right in her eyes. I mean I’m the victim here yet she sides with him.

I called dad. I really don’t know why I did. I guess I just wanted someone who would tell me that my anger was justified. But he was busy (or so he said!) “You are both adults, you’ll resolve this,” is all he could say before he hung up on me and left me feeling dejected.

Sim’s phone went straight on voicemail when I tried calling him, I left messages… but has he called, no!

I guess no one really loves me; not even my so-called family has time to hear me out. I scream in a veil of darkness and no one cares enough to hear me out. I mean I gave my mom an ultimatum: it’s either I’m leaving or they are leaving. I won’t live under the same roof with a thief.

She says I’m putting her in a corner and I can’t ask her to choose. (Apparently, Aunt Lizzie was instrumental in us getting this house in Cape Town and in securing a job for mom.) It’s quite clear whose side mom’s on. I won’t try to convince her otherwise.

But t I’m leaving this house. I would rather live alone than live with a mother who doesn’t care about me and a fourteen year old who is a thief. I’m going to crash with Noxy in the meantime, until I find a place of my own since the flat I shared with Tee has been leased out already.

ZZ xxx

Dish it: Am I blowing things out of proportion? What would you have done if you were in my size 6 stilettos (shoes)?

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