Ah. My mum's marriage is over. Again. I don't really care this time round.
I thought I didn't.
Until my younger sis called me crying hysterically, asking me why this is happening. It tore me apart. Tore my heart to shreds when she couldn't even talk properly! Why? WHose fault is this that could make her heart break twice at the hope of ever achieving a proper family again?
She's so young!
Don't ever let her be like me. Don't! Oh god.
Those raising voices
Were like memories of a distant past that I don't ever want to remember having gone through.
My uncles came over to talk to my mother to coax him to continue the wedding. But he has already made up his mind. It seems he has informed his guests. My uncle was informed of my results by my cuz. He told me not to do anything rash, and remember I am still a Muslim.
I swear to God, cutting myself, or committing suicide had not ever CROSSED my mind since the change.
I feel really shitty right now. So please leave a tag even if you're a stranger, with or without your name... =)
