banyak postingan di fb bikin kita semua jd bnyk tahu. dari religi sampe aspek kerumah-tangga-an. anehnya bnyk org ngeshare ato setuju dgn postingan tersebut tp justru gak dipake dihidupnya sehari2….semacam omdo. ngemeng doang perbuatan NOL.
im in 31w of pregnancy. i dont get “those”nice treat. bumil klo pagi2 buta even dr shubuh perut dah krucuk2,siutun dah sibuk nendangin nyuruh mamake makan. but im so lazy to eat. i wish my husband could get up early, pray shubuh, go to the market or just go to buy some breakfast. anything would be fine. that never happen to me.
so busy in the morning,beberes sasapu,ngumpulin sampah dr dlm rumah sampe halaman,cuci piring,jemur baju, kudu anter anak skola pula,at least gw berhak dibeliin sarapan sarapan doang mah,entah soto,buryam,nasi uduk,whatever. selesai semua kudu mandiin si bontot. solat dhuha, msh ada slh satu d atas yg blm dikerjain,biasanya jemur baju ato ngumpulin sampah dihalaman.
pengennya suami bantuin salah satu,jemur baju ato ngumpulin sampah,ikutan busy di pagihari,tp dia asyik makhsyuk sama kopi dan hape ditangan. jgn pikir gw gak mao rebut hapenya dan banting jd berkeping2…its only my imagination almost every single day….fuck!.
seringnya dia berdalih “emang lagi maen apah”. pagi buta dah nyari duit. nonsense.
semua itu kelar di jam 10, mau gak mau. di jam itu hrs jmpt abg plg dr sekolah. gak tau gmn nanti lahir baby ke4,bakalan tmbh hectic.
i just dont know how or why my husband being so spoil. dia perintah gw hampir semua aspek d rumah sengaja ato gak sengaja. dr mulai lampu mati sampe motor yg rusak. dari mulai galon yg abis ampe buang sampah. its all me.
i was so sad…so bad…
pacaran dulu gw berharap bisa jd anak manja klo dia jd laki gw. tp keadaan malah justru jd sebaliknya.
when im sick….ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜…. wkt gadis dulu…tiap gw sakit bonyok gak prnh peduli,seakan gw sendiri yg sebabin sakit dtg… gak pernah dpt treat anak yg sbnrnya. sms laki gw wkt msh pacaran dulu…tiap gw sakit…ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
like it almost never happen. terakhir gw kena abses payudara…skt yg maha sakit…semacam bisul di PD…trus pecah jadi lubang menganga di PD. he’s not panic at all not even asked me to go to d doctor.
i knew we’re not having any money. so i struggle it bymyself, insisted to heal. when im crying by myself at night cause that abses, suddenly i remember when my husband had a stomach ache, i run to ER for him to get help.
abviously me n my kids were not his priority. when its time to eat,he let us in hunger. dia selesai-in dl naskah berita,posted it,spread it into social media, then he will asked what we want to eat. his jobs comes first. anyone who called him to meet, he would run.
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