Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Text Message Love

She writes,
and her words dance across my screen
Shimmering text, that gleam magically, tenderly.
A world away, an ocean apart, her small little fonts touch my heart (in my cold room on this cold winter night.)

(A female friend sent me a small innocuous message. It was just a minor thing. But in my mind I saw her smile and it made me smile too. Drawing me out of my gloom. My room was freezing that night.)

Friday, April 06, 2012

Gambling addicts

I'm tired of living with a gambling addict - to a person who thinks its acceptable to spend a month's wages or the entire years budget in a day, week or couple of hours at the casino.

If I was king, I'd have it so that - a family member can alert the authorities if one of their members  is suspected of being a casino addict - and that person would be watched - and then barred from all casino or gambling areas.

I just got a call from (a close relative) and she's enraged that she doesn't have any more money in her bank account because she spent it at the pokies - and demands that I top it up.

When I tried to explain to her that money doesn't grow from trees - and that she has a gambling addiction - she screamed at me to shut up and stop lecturing her as I had no right.

Usually she gets like this when she gets depressed. And when she's depressed and sad - everyone has to be depressed and sad. No one else has the right to be happy or joyful.

"I'm unhappy - you have to cry as well."

There may come a day when I grow too tired of this bullshit. I'll pack up my bags and leave for good. And I'll write a short note to her and say, "Goodbye. I love you but I can't be with you anymore."

I'd send her the occasional postcard. And it will always be the same words.

"Wish you were sane"