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• leave me the fuck alone

Beware for the foul language I'm about to burst in this post, hence the title.

The first time I came to this country, I found it hard to express my feelings in English and it used to frustrate me a lot. I have the same problem now.. but in Bahasa. My so-called mother language. How ironic.

I feel oh-so-very frustrated with Vokan right now. To say the least.

I'm FUCKEN ANNOYED is what it is. I wanted to tell him how offended I am that he got the nerve to say about his wife okaying him to have a second wife. What. WTF did he mean by telling me that? Like moi being the second wife??? I mean, he didn't say he was gonna make me his second wife, but fucken hell I could read between the fucken lines! Ugh I'm annoyed. And offended. And hurt.

This is fucken stupid. Apparently he and his wife had a talk and she said it's "okay" for him to marry someone else as long as he doesn't divorce her.

First of all, DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO MARRY ANYONE RIGHT NOW? Thanks but NO THANKS! And if I do, I KNOW I DESERVE to be the ONLY WOMAN in someone's life, whoever that is, and if he cannot be that someone, he can leave me the fuck alone! What, he thinks I cannot find a guy who wants me and only me, in his life? The fuck I can! Even if it takes me all my life to find the right one, I'd rather do that than being someone's second fucking wife (assuming I want to marry him!) Ugh!

I mean, obviously he got himself some ANGEL there, living under his roof, so why the fuck does he want me for?? He should just be with her and happily ever after.. so I can go on with my merry fucken life! And don't bother to worry about my future life, I managed to survive all this while, fine and fabulous. Can't he see that?!

I swear, I question my own judgment sometimes.. I feel stupid for even falling from him. I knew from the get go that he's not good for me. Hell, I even TOLD him that! Yet he pursued me, and still does. Then I fell for it. It's just stupid. Now all he does is just being miserable, not knowing what to do. WTF. Tell me again, why it's my problem now?! Hell no I aint telling him to divorce his wife. Ever heard the word "karma"?? Ya, no, fuck no I'm gonna be "THAT" woman that makes other woman suffers. My parents raised me better than that!

He knows what I expect and want in a man, and if he wants to be with me, he would go out and beyond his way to be with me. And if he can't, then fuckin go away! Don't get all miserable, begging for me to not leave. Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it!

This whole thing annoys the hell out of me. It's like.. why did I let him have that much power on me that he could say such things to me. Got a fucking nerve, that bitch ass. I swear I'm annoyed. In case anyone didn't notice! ;)

Now.. the question is.. how the fuck should I present all these in Bahasa? Without sounding weird and awkward like it was when I said it the first time? So he can understand how offended and frustrated I am about the whole thing? Should I not waste my time and just say this one sentence to him:

Leave me the fuck alone!

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I've always been different growing up. My being the 3rd (middle) child might have added to it too, maybe. You know the old saying about being the middle child often has the sense of not belonging, the feeling of invisibility, which makes them try harder to get the attention from the parents to make them stand out more than the first and last child. They (read: experts and/or old people) even have it called a 'middle child syndrome'. I don't know... But yea, I grew up trying my best to annoy my parents, well, in my defense, I don't think I did it consciously. Compared to my other siblings, I wasn't the most polite child (my oldest sister was), nor the cutest (my youngest sister), and not even the worst (my brother haha!). Well, maybe I'm the second worst, which wasn't anything I should be proud of.

I grew up thinking I could do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. The sky was (and is) my limit. I was a tomboy and a bad kid too (I skipped school a lot during my junior high and finally got caught by my dad and boy did I pay much for it). I always love boys too. I know how to get them just by talking to them. I was (hopefully still is) a Miss Personality. I dated a lot. From one boy to another. I was obnoxiously flirty. My mom had (still has) problems with this "habit" of mine for liking boys so much. I always love English language. I wanted to travel overseas and spoke the universal language to anyone and everyone. I grew up knowing that if I speak English, everyone in this world would understand what I say. Make sense, right? Then I also always wanted to work in an office. I wanted to be a career woman, an independent woman who can afford anything on her own. I wanted to be bigger than the biggest.

Which isn't normal in any Indonesian culture guidebook.

By standards, an Indonesian woman is expected to be a good wife. Period. Oh yes, she can work, she can drive a car, she can play basketball, but at the end of the day, she MUST learn how to and become a good wife. Hey, first off, I'm not saying it's bad, I think it's great that a woman can be a good wife, but COME ON!! We, women, can become much more than that. We can be something bigger than that. Again, it's great to be a good wife, but when it's expected by the society, I think it's ridiculously silly. Human is human, regardless of its gender. We, women, should be allowed to have the same choices and opportunities as men, in any part of the world. Unfortunately, not in my part of the world. So yea, I'm fucked.

Before you punch me in the face for saying so, let me say this.

I tried.
No. Not just tried. I did what was expected of me as an Indonesian woman. Yes yes, I was married and did my best to be a good wife. Actually, I was a great wife. I did my best living my life by Indonesian standards. I was happy, but I turned into a different person who lived under a shadow of the person I was with. Yet, in my head, there's always this big question mark: Now what? Why do I feel lost being in this "happy" marriage? So, when the marriage fell apart, aside from feeling like the biggest failure in the face of the earth, I also felt..... relieved. Not happy, but relieved. For a few who knew me from/before the day I failed my marriage should know how devastated I was . I was broken, pathetic, lost, and pushed to the weakest point of my life. I lived in my own lonely little pathetic world (celibacy was part of it too) for a good one year.

But then I snapped out of it. HUGE thanks to my family and few of my friends who stood by me, helping me going through the worse time of my life. Kar who bought me a TV soon as I moved in to my own studio apartment. Sus who forced me to go get a vibrator to get through the celibacy time. Mel who gave me this silly book, sort of a guide, on how to be a BAD girl. Before I knew it, there I was having a buck fuddy, OK, two. ^-^

I learned my lesson the day I failed my marriage. Following the standard of a society is a good thing, but doesn't necessarily make one happy. Since then, I learned to live my life by whatever makes me happy. Sound selfish? Yes and No. It is a simple way of a person who wants to be happy. It is also my choice to make everyday a good day. To have a great time during miserable time. To be half full instead of half empty. It's my choice to laugh and not cry. To let go of hate and stop worrying so much. I learn to know that nothing, I repeat, NOTHING is a big deal. Because it doesn't matter how big of a problem I have, there's always someone else out there with a bigger problem. That's, my friend, when I know the exact meaning of "count your blessings".

Fast forward: Entering the 4th year of divorce anniversary *grinning*. Here I am. Stronger than ever. Bad ass for life. ^o^
[Monday, April 21, 2008]

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