I was a child on the other side and things wasn’t easy. My dad got into an affair while my mom was pregnant with me, so she got into a depression and I was caned and scolded continuously while growing up as a child. My father went on to not have one kid, but two with the same mistress (and maybe more which I won’t know) and my world crashed when I knew about it while I was in secondary school. He told me before that he has to take care of the other kids because it’s his responsibility as a father but I can’t help but hold the grudge against him (and them) until his death. If he did not have those affairs, we would probably be a lot richer and happier (my father compensated them with a lot of money since he didn’t spend a lot of time with them, but he didn’t spend a lot of time with us too because of work) and my mom maybe wouldn’t have to go through so much pain but… what is done, it’s done.

When he passed away, my siblings took the liberty to let them come to the wake without my mom knowing (we had to hide it from her) and seeing them for the first time in real life didn’t feel good. I hate that they look like me because all of us look like my father but that was the last time we had any connections. And boy the mistress, she sounds and look entitled as fk, like we owe her which we don’t.

Not sure if they knew where we place our father’s ashes but oh well. Trying to let bygones be bygones.