These couple of days my mood is a bit dicey, for I bumped into my ex on a bus, on the second realizing he’s on the bus that I wanted to take, I immediately jumped away and didn’t get on. I was carrying my second child and pretty sure he saw me. Was thinking, ok, so this is a life of only having NT.50 for a lunchbox (bus ride takes NT.15), and, that was a Friday evening after work hour, I didn’t get to see who he’s with, would be “fun" to confront him, but my body just repel to get close, and I understand why I’m having this physical response.
After that, ran into him again two just days ago, I was on the bus and his figure just appears somewhere on the street, and yes, it’s just right at where he ambiguously states just “renting a bed," hmm… and again it’s not far from my house. Jeez.
Mom was so speechless to know this person’s action, by still staying here, by lying still, by make up things just like that, by daring not to be true nor to disappear but disturbing our lives by sending nonsense emails and stuff. Dad told her, “cuz it’s his language." I find that really witty, yeah, we don’t understand how can a person be like this, but for him, it’s his way to communicate always, it’s just us who used to listen to his words now knowing it’s all about lies. Would one really missed and cares so much about one’s children but sits on the bus, watches them leave and does nothing? Well too many things like this that sound unbelievable however I still believed. Many thoughts we are having now, wondering how on earth he puts world like this just like that. But the thing is, this is really his language, a language I misinterpreted, and a language that we don’t listen to anymore. Things are really easy. And the wittiest thoughts most often pops up in the simplest form.
Single mom, are you kidding me? 