Between the two evils

I was utterly pissed with a relative and decided that it is time I made it public that I am totally against his siblings (which include my other half) being kind to him. The man has been getting deeper and deeper into debts and recently we found that he was owing a large sum of money with the illegal loan sharks.

Sure, he is blood ties. Sure, we have to think of our deceased in-laws and what they would have wanted us to do, i.e. help each other as brothers. Sure, we should give him chances (and that is like the millionth chances). Sure, we have to love our siblings, irrespective of what.

But those are bollocks. If someone don’t put their feet down and stop it, the fella will go on and on and on. I was totally disgusted that he even have the nerves to want to borrow money from his recently widowed sister. That poor woman had toiled all her life and the only money she has are what her late husband left through his insurance. And the louse wanted to borrow it. Borrow to him is like flushing money down the toilet. I know because a lot of mine, i.e. ours have gone down the toilet.

It kind of hurts when I had willingly save and hardly spend because there was one period when the other half stopped working. I reduced the usage of aircond, even had to dry my clothes in the sun instead of using the dryer. From my usual SKII and Bobbi Brown, I changed brands. I could have bought a bigger car instead of my Viva. But I did all that so that I don’t spend as much so that I have more saved for the children.

So, if I were to start counting the money I saved, through the more frugal life I lived (though willingly but still I hate the pinch) and compared it to the money that was flushed down, I could slap everyone related to him. And yes, the children has the right to know that their money is partly given to an uncle who is so irresponsible, so shameless, so chronic borrower.

On one hand, I want to teach my sons to be caring for each other. Next time, someday, one of them may end up in deep shits like this uncle. *touch wood, not!* And I want the others to help him, if there is such a thing. But I also want my sons to know that they cannot live a fake wealthy lifestyle and expect the other brothers to help indefinitely.

The anger in me doesn’t last long. I know the money lended to him is not mine. I know that I could easily earn the five digits if I work for it. But still, I can’t keep my mouth shut or feel cynical over the kind of help the siblings are rallying around him. I am just waiting for them all to feel being taken for a ride and I will smugly tell them, “I told you all so…you should leave the fucker to rot to death in his own doings long time ago.” So, forgive me Lord, there is no such thing at ‘Love your brother or forgive your brother’ right now. When I think of the pennies and sens I saved versus the thousands he borrowed, I get terribly, terribly angry.

So, between the two evils, I think it is better for the bugger to get a thorough whacking from the loan sharks than for him to inflict so much debts on his poor siblings, especially those sisters who are either widowed or who had to answer to their respective husbands. And I bet the bugger has also conned one bachelor brother of all his life savings.