Coming from the lady who is never enough, I think enough is pretty much enough.

I still feel kinda peaceful today and I certainly hope it isn’t calm before the storm. Tears had dwindled, and I just think the end to this before I turn cold is near. Very near.

And well Mr Patho Liar had just pleaded me to meet him tonight, to maybe stage another episode of Days of Our Lives. Sigh, I am tired of being the drama mama, really, and why do you always force me to be one of your casts?

You know that day when he asked me to give him chance, Chris Daughtry “Over You” played 3 times in the background. I told him it was a sign, and he rebutted it with whatever smoothness you will come to realise with more truth out in the open.

I just wanna deal with it with as much dignity and walk away from it.

The only time I threw all these out of the window is when he comes agitate me further with all the explanations that reek of insincerity, hypocrisy and, the most funny part, finger-pointing and repetition of what he had said to both of us before.

But of course, he would say how much he means it this time.

And I said things I wouldn’t be proud of when he annoys me, but the most hilarious part was when he had the cheek to message, “Believe me that when things are all said and done, I forgive you and I will still love you.”

ROAR!!

Did I hear, you forgive me?

SERIOUSLY! Uhm, do I look like I am desperate for your forgiveness, you the still high and mighty Mr Brian Lee?

Do I look like I am still desperate for your whorish love which means nothing but a load of crap that ANYONE can do without? Don’t taint the institute of love.

Wah, talk about this makes me become who I don’t like, so I am just gonna talk about something else.

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Back is still bad and I woke up today still feeling somewhat under the weather.

But it was nice when me and Minibean spent some time together, and I showered her and she showered me.

I was telling wifey how I got back home to an annoying mother but I took the time to spend with Minibean, where she hugged and kissed me so many times as if she knew I needed it.

Do you love mummy? “YESH!!!!”

That’s enough, I whispered as I kissed her on her hair.

She leaned on my on my bed as I read stories to her, before she bade me goodbye and headed to sleep.

And there was this moment, when my nightie was hiked up and she went, “HAIR!” (MAO! she exclaimed).

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

She showered me today and insisted on washing my petpet for me. Giggles.

Lunch was homecooked food, and it was nice. Time to feed myself well and get ready to hit the dating market to look for a great father-figure for Minibean, one who is not as drama, more human, more responsible and not a boy.

And I have awfully good news.

Dad supported the idea of me and Minibean moving out and getting our own apartment so I can get away from my mum after how recently my mum is getting more unreasonable with everything.

So many people to run away from. Sigh.

But at least I have my family who is a little dysfunctional, but is enough, without having to swallow my pride to whatever that was thrown my way, just because.

Apartment scouting time In the meantime, renting is the next best option before finally settling down on a roof over our heads.

And oh, since no one ever offered to view apartments with me(I can’t help wanna have a dig at him lah, he can afford meh? He kept Minibean’s ang pow to say wanna open account, I can bet my last dollar he used it to buy gifts for others and sustain his lifestyle. I can claim I never touch Minibean’s money or at least I set aside more for her, can you?), Minibean’s best father figure, my dad, that is, will have the honour of doing so.

And kept using Minibean’s birth certificate as an excuse? You know, he could have acted on it, and I asked him so many times, say only, when had he ever got down to doing it?

Never.

No action, talk only.

Like that also good lah, not that I am that desperate to have his name on the birth certificate anyway.