It is clearer
than clear.
Too obvious.
After all that has been
said and done,
You and I
simply cannot
get along.
I do not even want
to know you
as a mere acquaintance
let alone
a wife.
You are just not
the kind,
wonderful girl,
I married
6 years ago.
But you turned out
to be a
self absorbed
self centred
self preserving
domineering
rude
abusive
vile tempered
narcissistic
BITCH.
I should have known,
by the way
you treated
your uncle and sister.
But I was too blind.
I was warned
about your temper,
about your personality.
I brushed it aside,
thinking
how bad
can it ever get?
I was wrong,
dead wrong.
You turned out
far worse
than my worst
nightmares.
It has to happen,
we have to part.
I dread the thought
of spending
another minute
with you.
I feel really sorry
for my son.
If only you
will just give him up
to me,
and go lead your life
find a new man
start a new family
live in another country.
Just so that
I don't ever
have to see you
or even hear anything
about you.
I prefer
to be single for life
than spend another minute
with you.
Seeing how you
mistreated me,
when I provided
a good lifestyle for you
to brag about,
when I provided
for your siblings'
education
when I loaned
your parents $220k
to buy land in Danang,
when no rich uncle or auntie
would even lend a cent,
I hate to imagine
how you will mistreat me
the day I can no longer work
and dependent on you.
I never asked
you for much.
All I ask,
is some peace
in the house.
But you never pass up
a chance
of going ballistic
over any
non issue.
You were not there for me,
when I first received
my exam results,
I felt like the biggest idiot
the exam results
meant so much to me,
I slogged so hard
to pass.
It meant the world to me
to have my wife
by my side
when I receive
the results,
but you rather
be on Facebook.
And I had to share
my joys
with Anthony Lim.
How more pathetic
can it get?
What is the meaning
of having a wife
by your side?
When I was suffering
in pain
from diverticulitis
the first person
I called
was you,
my wife.
What did you do?
Went Clarke Quay
and got totally drunk.
I had to carry you home.
When I am unemployed
worried sick
about money,
refused even to go
to the hospital
because my hospitalisation insurance
was not approved yet,
suffered in pain,
you showed absolutely
no care
nor concern.
Said if I can't take care of myself,
I deserved it.
Wow, Dr Kelly Van
specialist in Diverticulitis.
Of course,
you went ahead,
bought yourself
LV wallet
Coach wallet
Miu Miu sunglasses.
With the money,
that was meant
for my son's
education.
Way before all these happened,
I already decided,
that when Van-Dylan
is all grown
and self supporting
be the good public prosecutor
I dreamed him to be,
I would leave
both of you.
And go die alone
up the mountains
of Nepal
smoke pot
and die
alone
instead of having you
screaming at me
abusing me
insulting me
whilst I lay motionless
on my death bed.
Enough said,
I feel
nauseous
you make me sick
