True Story?

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Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years
with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.
Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for
him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she
suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to
bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a
balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant
greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up
and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he
said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to
test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any
moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument
and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his
head
continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to
this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For
example; I am so used to buying flowers to
decorate the living room, she not stand it and would comment: "I do not
know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for?
You also can't eat flowers!"

I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also
become better."

Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a
city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came
home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and
she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come
home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how
much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more
upset about it.

Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't
tell her the full price of everything would solve it."

There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife?

At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark
clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She
would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent
protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from
along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a
deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother
would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional
work for me.

For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them
so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled
with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when
helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would
quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
"Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.

Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not
speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child,
tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.

I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?"

Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"
After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to
me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the
house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to
who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took
on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any
prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.That
night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose
not to eat at home?"
He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of
unfairness overwhelmed me.

After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast
at home?"
I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
sudden churn in my stomach and
everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress
the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into
the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my
breath, I saw mother crying
and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the
washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened
my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then
stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.

For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was
so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting
up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep
having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food,
coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low
point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see
a doctor."

The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.

Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense
of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby,
and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility
of this being the reason that day?

At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only
been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave,
but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called
out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended
that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that
cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore,
and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to
shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift
me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen
and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our
love
couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night,
sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I
saw hubby with tears
rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in
silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and
left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a
rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried
laugh and tears starting streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have
a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a
weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now
in the hospital."

I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found
hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his
face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face
and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this
happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me,
with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find
out brief facts about the accident from other people.
That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the
bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the
countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she
tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally
understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that
morning, if we had not quarreled, if...In his heart, I am indirectly the
killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity
and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we
are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in
his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back
in.
I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding
though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby
came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were
living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the
dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass
window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very
lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After
recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in
front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have
nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl
looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby
stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,
challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one
as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood
that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That
night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to
indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home
from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had
returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the
initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I
go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every
time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical
examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the
baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to this baby,
perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The
whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there
was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even
looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually
learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat
and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed
feelings in his eyes, just like mine.

As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you
cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come
out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my
bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the
paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name
on it and pushed the paper to him.

"LD, are you pregnant?"

Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could
not control my tears any further and they fell
like raindrops.
I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the
dark, we sat, facing each other.


Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,
everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could
never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry"
to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I
can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look
in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in
each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally
intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I
realized now, what had gone past is gone forever
and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some
warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat
anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I
stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of
paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby
will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out
to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At
night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet.
This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would
fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him,
he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared
for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there
between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I
continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this
to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no
choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away
on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but
none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one
late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came
rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had
been waiting for this moment.

He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand
very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the
journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but
warmth body, a thought crossed my mind:
In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes
caused me to managed a smile at him
despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby
looked at our son, and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I
reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then
he slowly collapsed onto the floor.

I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired
eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him,
but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my
body at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it
was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to
last this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had
cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare
for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his
room and checked his computer, and a
suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago,
his groaning was real, and I had thought that...
the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:

"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you
will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only i can
accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy
now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the
possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your
lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's
suggestion...

Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy.
Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most
and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary
school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with
questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain
I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I
want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our
baby...

My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would
smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot
give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them
to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the
packaging..."

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son
over and place him beside him.

I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in
the warmth of your arms..."

He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile.

Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air.
I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang
thought the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this
world is gone forever.....

"Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful
footsteps to our family. Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some
quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly
wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing
became too late.".....
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