Ramblings about $

I feel like I need to write.
But I don't even know where to begin.
To be honest, I'm so damn tired of this whole issue that writing about it seems to have lost its cathartic effect.
But here goes anyway.

Granny has left home.
Gone to Malaysia with my eldest aunt.
All because of an altercation with my father.
He has a monetary quarrel with his youngest sister.
And he accused my granny of siding with her and not him.
That made her very sad.
And so she left.
Saying she wants to go and see for herself what's going on at my aunt's side in KL and to try and help resolve the issue.
If they cannot settle it, she'll go to Sarawak with my aunt and stay there for good.
At least this is the story I've been told.
True in all aspects? Who knows?
No one else seems to wanna bother filling me in, so I shall take what I know at face value.

Here's what I know.
My granny is in her 70s, for fuck's sake.
Leave her the hell out of your sibling arguments and crap about money money money.
She doesn't need to know, shouldn't have to know, and doesn't deserve to be drag into the mud.
Just let her relax and enjoy her twilight years with her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, will ya?

Money. It truly is the root of all evil.
I know the importance of it.
I have a very clear understanding of how life can truly suck without money.
What good is having all that money if you are left all alone at the end of it, without family and loved ones to enjoy it with?
Is money so important that nothing else matters?
Not even family?

It breaks my heart to see what things have become within the family.
And all because of money.
Why do you have to drive people away, destroy relationships, and break hearts for the sake of some money?
Is it for ego's sake? A matter of principle? What?
Why can't you people see that money is not an important factor when it comes to determining happiness?

We're not rich now.
Far from it.
But we have enough to occasionally indulge ourselves in things that make us happy.
Like the iPhone 4S that we bought for ourselves yesterday after 3 years of using our current iPhones.
But I have never been happier.
Never been happier to be with my husband and my son.
Yeah I can be happier I think... if I had my loved ones around me.
But money is not a factor.
All I ask for is enough.
And enough stability.
Enough so that we are comfortable.
And stable so that we have less worries.
Would it be nice to have our own home?
Yeah sure.
But not at the expense of our lifestyle and our sanity.
We have a almost 10 year old car and we're happy.
Would we like a new fancy schmancy one?
Oh yeah... and we will likely get one when we can afford it.
And that again, is secondary.

Sigh.
I'm rambling now.
Sorry for the super disjointed post.
It's a reflection of my mind at the moment I guess.

I just really wish my parents can realise that they have everything they need to be happy in their lives now.
Children, grandchildren, parents, a roof over their heads that they don't have to pay for, the ability to earn a decent and honest living...
Why is it not enough?
When will enough be enough?

I have past the point of anger at my father, and have reached the point of deep sadness and disappointment.
It's at times like this when I'm kind of glad that I'm not in Singapore.
Distance gives me perspective and control over my feelings and actions.
If I was there and in the middle of the saga, who knows what would have happened, given my penchant for giving shit where shit is due, regardless of who's on the receiving end of it.
But at the same time, I wish I was there.
To lend a ear and my support to my granny, to my sisters who are very affected by all this crap.
But at the end of the day, there's nothing anyone can do in this situation.
The only people who can fix it, are the ones who created it in the first place.
If only they would be willing to.
But no... ego dictates otherwise.

FUCK.