On Tuesday, my evening phone conversation of 20 minutes with Brat ended after the hearing the operator disconnect us due to the alleged ‘low battery’ of Brat’s cellphone. I took over the conversation after Maw failed in trying to explain to the boy how to rest and relax the affected area. But as usual, the arrogant Brat continues to ignore her stories and tell her that he knows what he is doing because the doctor told him everything earlier that day.
On Monday Maw called the boy. He then complained to Maw about a sudden flare-up of pain in his right knee, an injury he sustained years ago from snowboarding. He went on to add that this pain occurred right after visiting our paternal grandmother in the nursing home right after eating breakfast together in Carrow’s Restaurant for Easter Sunday.
In his conversation to Maw, he suggested that maybe grandma’s ‘bad vibration’ (as described by Twit) had something to do with this pain because Twit also sustained a major injury that same night. He told me that Twit was boiling her very hot soup and Brat was helping her when all of a sudden the ladle and hot liquid landed on her left forearm, causing second degree burns.
This, my friends, in a nut shell is karma. Twit didn’t deserve to suffer the long term scar but she had to absorb the excitable energy leftover from Brat, again, in the form of injuries due to her disregard, nay, total disrespect towards Brats relatives and bio-units, mainly us. After over two years of not visiting his grandma in the nursing home, their carelessness is totally their own doing and not some ‘bad luck’ rubbed off by an old lady living 45 minutes away from them.
As mentioned in my previous blogs (i.e. 20080205-Arrogant Fools), the twosome continues to live together in ‘sin’ for over almost two years. This is not good in the eyes of grandma who (after hearing Maw replied ‘No’ to grandma’s inquiry if they are married); she rolled, shifted and cast her eyes downward to the floor. I have observed this event and will remember well.
This is already the second bad sign from the elder (our grandma) with the first one being the first time grandma came to their house on 05/27/2007 for the combination birthday party of Brat and the engagement announcement. Twit totally ignored grandma but merely looked at her from the counter while keeping busy with the tasteless food of ravioli and other rationing that didn’t sit well with our stomach. I remember this event well, too.
To this day, they continue to deny their relationship is wrong: from the moment Brat used curse words over the phone at Twit. He screamed that he had no feelings whatsoever for Twit, who called him constantly after his break up with a Portuguese named Michelle to the fighting on the first day they moved in on 05/01/2006.
They already broke our Filipino tradition of making sure the couple was the first to set foot in their new house. Instead Twit bought her mom and older sister first, played dumb and fought back at Brat in front of us. I will not forget also how they failed to properly thank us for helping them ‘qualify’ for their loan with a handsome down payment, which was my idea.
Anyway, I have learned there is no changing the fate of Brat, who chose to be fooled by someone dumber than he is, someone he could manipulate to his every wishes and desires, that Twit. He chose to turn a deaf ear to my truth on Tuesday night– the claim not to notice how Twit stood near the door and away from grandma and the failure to accept responsibility for anything that doesn’t go his way.
In my cellphone text to him on Monday, I told Brat that he is obliged to visit his grandma over there and us here and to avoid any fear-mongering tactics and superstitions from Twit, who may be brainwashing his weaker mind (located below the belt) into believing that her bio-units is ‘good’ (in his own words) and that his only living grandma is evil, like us.
Twit and Brat totally remind me of LaRain and her ex-husband Joe, my first cousin. Both Twit and LaRain (based on hearing stories from Brat and Joe, respectively) prefer spending more quality time with their original bio-units unit over their significant other. Both females are too much into themselves, by the way. I know because my clothes compared to their revealing of cleavage are rather conservative, if you will.
Both couples lived together for at least two years before getting married. While LaRain and Joe divorced after a couple a years, the unmarried Twit and Brat are already blaming outside forces for their misery, including me and how I don’t have friends to blabber and confide my confidential (duh) ‘problems’.
Maw had already verbally wished out loud the marriage between Twit and Brat doesn’t manifest: The words of parent(s) (by Filipino tradition) are strongly manifested as prayers, I’m afraid. I now understand the bad attitudes of Joes mother, Ogre (my aunt-in-law) towards LaRain’s bio-units. There was no match made in heaven because mothers (like Ogre and Maw) know what is best for their children.
Anyway, Maw had called him to find out how his right knee was doing since he didn’t have the courtesy, nay, decency to call Maw back that morning and thank her for leaving on the dining table some dermal patches to relieve the symptoms of pain. Again, I am disappointed that Brat failed to properly thank the people who show compassion and some thoughtful gesture of caring, like Maw.
After telling Brat two days ago, there is no way to connect their freak accidents with a little old lady like grandma, I will not stop my ‘responsibility’ as an older sister to tell Brat in a calm and relax manner my honest observation, so as not to offend his already fragile ego and emotions from prior breakups.
Bottom-line: Once again, these stories are examples of what happens to fools who forget where they came from and ignore the people who should matter in their lives. Couples should be open and honest about their future together. If they can live ‘independently’ without interacting or at least meeting the in-laws half way (no matter how challenging), I wish the Twits good luck, meh!
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