As per the boy, who had visited home after work, it seems that some old black-and-white photos of four beautiful people (who were enjoying each others company) has been viewed by some nutballs, who do NOT see happiness and joy but of bitter-sweet memories.
The can of worms has been opened. The wound has been lanced. The truth had to come out. The Shillster has failed yet another test. She is beyond hope now. I see that she’s too far gone into her little emotional world that she sees only hate and anger.
The nutball refuses to see my photos on Facebook and therefore has relegated blame on Maw for whatever reason. She has accused Maw of trying to ruin the marriage of the Bitterone and my Uncle Gigolo. I saw this accusation as a `wishful thinking` for Maw not to speak with the Shillster’s imagined nemesis and step-mom – the Bitterone.
On July 24, 2010, it was my idea to share these lovely photos for public viewing and therefore I’m the one that she should talk to. But she refuses. When she is ready, she can call me up anytime and set up an appointment so we could talk. I’m still waiting.
Instead she ranted instructions upon the hapless boy via messages on his Facebook account and unwanted phone calls at work. She is capable of harassing people at work. That’s a legal no-no. It’s an equal legal no-no for her mother to spit at the step-mom during a funeral long ago. See where I’m going with this tid-bit? That’s an assault.
The Shillster is an Abu (like the terrorista as know among her relatives). She and her mother are good at using other people to get what they want. It’s so sad that most Visayans seem to operate that way. Our next door neighbor is also Visayans and she’s under anti-depressants. May God have mercy on them all.
But this time the boy blocked her from ever sending messages via Facebook. He wrote her back that she needs to stop. He should have told her to stop blaming others and blame herself AND her vindictive mother for going to far.
My intention was to show how older people should not forget the good times: that friends and brothers alike could learn to appreciate how they have once loved each other. Plus, they looked so well-dressed, too.
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