Sorrow

Hubby's out of town for a week this week hence it's just Mommy and lil Bugaroo at home. I'm loving every moment with my lil one at home. Such a girlie-girl week for the both of us. :) But we both miss Daddy terribly, terribly so come home quick Daddy!

Though not too quick because something dreadful had happened while he was away. Tuesday I took a day off to settle some 'moving' errands. Earlier during the day I had sent the lil one off to her lovely daycare for some fun and headed off to the post office to renew my long expired driving license. Yes, I've been driving thousands of miles everywhere all these while with an expired license. It had been so for 3 months! So I wasn't too optimistic about finding a car space on that absolutely ridiculous parking lot, but surprise surprise! With only 2 rounds I found one! Put on an hour worth of parking ticket on the windshield, I trot off to the post office not knowing it takes less than 5 minutes to get it all done. So wanting to enjoy the precious, precious car space I decided to take a walk and visited some shops. Finished shopping and with only few minutes left before my parking ticket expires, I hopped into the car and started reversing. BAM! I hit the truck on the opposite side. It was jammed so the truck was lining up when I was too engrossed looking over on the other side for incoming cars.

So you see, I'm not too enthusiastic about hubby's arrival. I've yet to tell him what had happened. I've broken the signal light and dented the far top end of the backside car. I hope it's not too much to pay for. Sigh..

Last night my Abg Pu came over. I donated over our dining chairs and now our little dining table fit for 4 people. It was our first dining table bought when we moved into our tiny one bedroom apartment. Apart from that, we talked til midnight. I love our conversations. It is all about life, love, pain and sorrow. Everything that hurts us most. I always end up the one with tears. Sometimes him. Having lived almost a decade more than I he had witnessed so many things in my life. The good, bad, ugly. Mostly bad and ugly. Because no one else seen it. And those whom were supposed to protect either pretended not noticing or was just not around. So we shared our stories and let off our steam. No doubt it had in turn change who we are and built our character. But I am never thanking "you" for it. We had learnt it the hard and painful way and it had altered 'who' we really are. I had to re-learn how to love myself for who I am. I do not feel stronger nor wiser with what 'you've' done. It is only those little moments when Abg Pu comes and we share our thoughts, that is the only time I feel I am stronger than I think I am. One for our pain. One for our sorrow.