Cancer, affairs, and my ex-boyfriend stood beside me in the kitchen. What's next? Apocalypse? Right....

For a moment I thought maybe this was a new opportunity for me to reunite with the love of my life. But, this so-called love of my life, didn't cheat on me already? I was here before with him.

Why I'm so hopeful? Is the same pattern...There was no love from them. Only lies.

Hwa-young: ''I think you should leave. I can take care of all this. Thank you for taking care of me. I will discuss with you in the future regarding my divorce, but for now, I just want a little bit of peace of mind.''

Dae-Seong: ''Of course, yes, if you need anything from me please don't hesitate to call me.''

Hwa-young: ''Which phone?''

Dae-Seong: ''What?''

Which phone should I call baby? The one that you communicate with me or the one that you communicate with your hoes?

Hwa-young: ''Oh, nothing, I will text you on the usual number then''.

He smiles at me like he doesn't know what I'm referring to. Maybe this time the other number will be used to communicate with my ex. Who knows? From these people, I can't expect everything.

Finally .....I'm alone in MY house. No men, no problems.

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Ring, Ring...

Her: ''Where are you?''

Me: ''Mom?''

Her:''You are home?''

Me:''Yes, mom.''

She hangs the phone on me. Clasic. Here comes the dragon to save my marriage and to tell me how much I fucked up in my life. Great. A new reminder that everything is messed up.

Oh, but what a surprise. She has already the keys to my apartment. Awww. this is so outrages.

Me: ''Oh. Join in mother. Make yourself feel at home. Litteraly.''

She didn't even bother to say hi to me. She is more preocupied about the house than me. Sometimes, if not, all the times I feel like an object when she looks at me. It like she doesn't even sees my soul.

Her:''This place is a mess, how can you live like that?''

She starts cleaning like a maniac everything. Floors, doors, windows. She is like a butterfly, going around from each side of the apartment, not wasting any minute to sit down and talk with me.

After 3 hours she is done and ready to leave. No hugs, no sorry, just cleaning. This is her love language to me.

Me: ''Can you please stay? We don't have to talk about it...Just stay a little bit with me''

Her: ''Oh, but, I have so many things to do. And on top of that is Sunday, people rest today, so should I. And I've already cleaned here. My job is done''

Me: ''I could've hired a maid you know? You didn't have to do all this. I didn't ask. But, if this was your day off, and I managed to fuck up your rest schedule... take this''

Thank you for your service mother. Now you can go and rest''.

She looks at me in surprise.

Her: ''I don't need money''

Me: ''And I didn't need your cleaning service. But, here we are I guess''.

She takes her coat from the sofa, but I managed to catch her arm and put the money in her hand.

Me: ''I don't want to owe you anything. Take the money and enjoy the rest of the day, mother''.

She hates me. I know that. But, I don't. Her red eyes are looking at me with disgust. But, I should be looking at her like this. She is trying to pretend that she cares, but deep down she doesn't. All that she cares about is to please others. My father, the company, the press. I know that the paparazzi pictured here here. All this is about media and how we are handling the family business.

Lovely, right?