When I heard my friend say it, I felt a great anger.
My best friend said that her colleague asked her about me, whether I have this relative relationship with someone that she knew. Why she wants to know? Because that-someone-she-knew told her a negative stories about me.
Angry. After all these time and all these things that I done, they just always thought that I am not a good person enough. I hate the facts that I had tried hard to please them. I hate to admit that I was keeping a thought that they are kind of a good friend I could trust ever.
They might call themselves my relative. One good side of being in this patriarchal system is everybody that you met might be your relative. There is always a way to make two people connected. But, somehow I think that is a bad things when it is come to biased view and subjective assessment. When calling themselves my relative, they are thinking about a supreme power to overruled me in my freedom of mind. They critisize me in everything I did, never anything goes well. They never trust me in even a simple things. They called me names.
Worst to all, they open their mouth to talk and complaint about me to other people around.
So, for today and forward, I decided to disconnect myself from those relative things.
A relative should be better than just a friend. I met some friends, without any blood connection, who are trustful in my life. They are better than a relative.