I don’t understand why some people insist on being difficult.

Sometimes, I remember why they are the way they are. But really, words can hurt.

Mom agrees too. There’s a limit of ill treatment people can take. It’s simply a matter of respect.

I’ve practice on that matter after all. I’ll just take a deep breath, force myself to be calm since the other party isn’t. Compartmentalize. Be kind. Remind myself that this does not reflect anything on my dignity or maturity level.

I must take it all in. Pray for them, my lola used to say. I’m trying to be as polite as I can Nanay. Ask God to help me too. I need all the composure to deal with this.

But after this..Oh..After this..

Whatever the reason, it’s just not right.