Storytelling time – how a relative betrayed me. Part 1

I have been wanting to write this story for a long time now. But I keep putting it off. For so many reasons.

  1. I don’t have time to sit down and recall this ugly experience
  2. I’m scared to open healed wounds
  3. I will be talking about a close relative (but it’s the least of my worry)

I was very close to this cousin (mother side) for many years. We really didn’t actually grow up together. Because I grew up in my Dad’s hometown in Minglanilla, Cebu.

This cousin grew up in the city. She comes from an old rich family in Cebu.

We would only see each other during family gatherings in our grandparents house which was very, very rare. Or if my Mom would visit her sister (her Mom) in the city and she would tag us along. But my older sister and I hated it every time we go to the city and my Mom would drop by their house. Oh, god I hated it.

They were the typical city kids looking down on their probinsyana cousins. But they were the only cousins who were like that.

My cousins on my father side who were also from the city were very nice to us. Maybe because they would visit our lola every week end in Minglanilla and we sort of grow up together. Or they have a different upbringing. Or they were just naturally nice people.

At that time we were rich kids in the province. My Dad’s family was affluent in their hometown when I was growing up. That’s why I couldn’t take how they look at us and how they treated us. Hoy, do you know who we are? hahahaha. But even if I said that they would probably laugh at me cause we were from the province.

You know how it is. The city kid vs the probinsyana syndrome.

I am talking about when I was in grade school.

Fast track. When I was in college my family moved to the city.

Naging city girl din ako!

I was still not close to this side of the family.

Altho’ we were very close to the families of the rest of the siblings of my Mom. Every week end we would meet in each other’s homes and we would have potluck family gatherings.

Except them.

I have no idea why they wouldn’t join us. Or maybe they were not invited. Or maybe they were invited but they didn’t want to join us. I don’t know. At that time I didn’t care.

When I was working already I bumped into the younger sister of this particular cousin I am talking about (the good sister, she has 2 other sisters who are as vile as her. OMG, I only realize now that vile is evil spelled backwards) and invited me to go to their house to hang out.

At first I was very hesitant. Altho’ they were my cousins I really don’t know them. But the following week end the good sister went to my house and picked me up. I couldn’t say no. And my mom whispered to me and said: “pag bantay anang mga tawhana ha.” In tagalog: mag ingat ka sa mga taong yan or in english: be careful with these people. They will eat you alive. hahahaha.

I was very nervous going to their house. These cousins were very sosyal in Cebu at that time. Rich, pretty and popular girls.

What if they will look down at me again? What if they will snob me? What if they will really eat me alive? I had so many fears on my way to their house.

But luckily they were nice to me. Especially this cousin I am talking about. Let’s call her evil cousin #1.

From then on I became close to their family. Evil cousin #1 especially. She acted like she couldn’t live without me. She would pick me up every chance she gets. If I am not sleeping over in their house she would call my house non stop. I was like wth.

I have other friends, too, you know. Who I have neglected ever since I became close to them.

Ever since that time I was sleeping over in their house every fucking week end. Evil cousin #1 acted like she owned me. Body and soul.

I have to cut this up into parts. Part 2 in the next few days.

****Fashion break****

Last Thursday my birthday celebration continued in Kafe Batwan with a couple of good friends.12038121_957804694291676_3690905011005753602_nDinna Vasquez, Cecile Van Straten (Chuvaness) and Patrice Diaz.

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Top: H&M  |  Jeans:  Topshop  |  Shoes: Valentino  |  Bag: Louis Vuitton Sofia  |  Sunglasses: MiuMiu  |  Watch: Rolex Daytona  |  Bvlgari Bangles  |  Bvlgari Ring  |  Willow Jewelry Necklaces  |  Chanel Necklace  |  Willow Jewelry Baroque Pear dangling earrings

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