Mama Vernz Theory

Gosh, my MIL is at it again. She’s making this putrid-smelling concoction of Calabash she picked from that dang tree at her side yard, they’ve grown it for like years now and it’s fruits had matured and old folks say the fruit can cure ailments – of not so sure what!

Honest, she’s boiling the meat and the smell is like hell … it’s all over the house, it smelled like a witch forcing you eat poison apple, it’s turning my tummy and my nose upset …  the meat is pure innocently looking, but when it’s boiled it would turn like bloody mud.

My kids went unruly, they’re murmuring at their grandma – that she’s cooking ‘ ewwwwwwwww’ because of this stuff I swear nobody liked her around.

Haisst, how can I live a life like this, I know a I have a way out of this, I know I can step out of that door easy, but I just can’t. Grrr… not actually because of my MIL because I know she’s too weak to be ruled over, but because I’m too weak to leave my kids… waahhhh!

For my friends who are closely following most of my blogs, it’s actually no secret that my family live along with my MIL.

I wonder why she has survived, lol, my FIL died of cancer 11 years ago, after he was diagnosed stage 4 and when the doctor played god telling him that she has only 3 months left to live that came in with no extension, he died exactly 3 months. I wonder why good guys succumb first that those evil ones. Grrr…

Anyway, prepare, this might be a long read ahead… I’m in a rant mode! Bwahahaha!

This box contains a life-size sterilizer, a washer … a whatever! My MIL bought this I don’t know when, that when I get down one morning it was already standing beside the fridge. It was there left idle for quite a time, because as you know I don’t do word exchanges with her for quiet a time now. Could we have been civil, she could have ask me already what to do with this. Anyway, since she has no choice;

So she asked her son, I mean my husband, if they can unwrap the box and let her masterpiece out, but my husband refused, saying;

‘Where are you going to place that such a huge dishwasher, we’re only five in this house and we’re not running a resto’, before my husband can finish talking my MIL flared up and said,

‘So you’ll gonna ignore that?
‘if you fell like using that with only a plate, a glass, a spoon and fork placed in there, then unwrap it yourself and put that wherever you seem right, this is your house anyway.’

Until they went out of the house and continue their discussion, I don’t know what other things they talked about, the next thing I heard was my MIL’s bedroom door slammed.

I know my MIL is waiting what will be her son’s next move but until this very hour, this washer thing was still untouched, I really care less, I’m detached of this house anyway, I’m more attached to my lappy than the dang kitchen sink, it’s quiet a loathe rubbing elbows with a troll

Anyway, where have all the money in this world gone to build my home, I need a million bucks, lol, er my husband is just too coward to get out of his comfort zone… I really can feel I’m drowning, but until when I’ll be able to hold my breath that I don’t know, I know it would come sooner or later, but I think right now the worst I can do is to endure up until  my children are mature enough to understand, or maybe not anymore! I’m ill and tired with this monster