This is a blog entry about the woman i probably hate the very most on this planet. I hate her for her evilness. I hate her for my mother. I hate her for my father. And I hate her for my own good. That woman who played a role in my parents financial downfall. Who betrayed my mother, her own very sister ! Who stole from all the people around her, who trusted her, and wanted to help her. She betrayed everyone. That woman iam talking about, is my aunt. My mother's older sister. All the memories I have of her are rather positive. Now I look back and think it was all fake. Her niceness and taking care of me when I was in Qui Nhon to visit my grandmother as a child. I used to play with her kids, who were in fact my favourite cousins when I was younger. I stayed at our house, which was rightfully my mother's house but is hers now. It's a story like so many out there. It happens to so many "viet kieu". I have heard of so many shit stories. But they don't involve me, that's why I don't get mad at the people betraying, but mostly feel sorry for the person betrayed. Betrayed by your parents, you sister, your brother or even children. Why ? Because of money. They make you suffer. Why ? Because of money. It's so painful to listen to such stories because it simply is so wrong, you know. But now, in my case, regarding my family, Iam just mad beyond words. You can't imagine how many possibilities i have thought of, how to destroy that woman's life. I hate her so much. The story goes like this. My parents used to make a lot of money. With a lot I mean a lot. They sold tablecloths and other stuff. I don't even know all the things they did, because i was really small and didn't care back then. We were, let's say wealthy. As in, you go buy a car and don't even have to think about the price and pay in cash. Or as in, let's buy a house for half a million dollar. My parents were super successful at what they did, and of course they wanted to share their wealth with their family. My brother and me, we have always been having nannies. So when I was around seven or eight, my mom brought my uncle over here. That uncle, is the husband of my evil aunt. My mom has the problem of trusting people too easily. Because that uncle always did what she told him, and he always seemed nice and was good with us, she trusted him. And she trusted her sister. She wanted to help that family, because they were so poor. They used to sell vegetables at the station in Qui Nhon. So she bought them a house. Gave them money so their children could go to school. Then my mom bought two other properties in Qui Nhon and built two guest houses. But because foreigners, my mom already had the German citizenship, couldn't own properties in Vietnam back then, it all ran on my aunt's name. My uncle was to stay in Germany with us for two years. Within these two years he stole much money, my parent's didn't even realize it. Because they had so much cash at home. I remember one time stealing money. That was one of the very few times in my life that I stole money. So my parents had these stacks of money underneath a bed in our room. I discovered it by accident. And I was like whoa, so much money. All 100DM marks in stacks. So I stole 100DM, went to buy a children magazine for 1,20DM or something, and then put the change including coins back under that bed lol. Somehow noone ever figured out, or cared. Ok see, that's how much money my parents made. And I bet many of you out there have parents who were just as successful but also had shit relatives to steal money from them. Ok so my uncle stole money from over here, and my aunt was stealing from my mom in Vietnam. The guest houses were basically rightfully hers. On the papers. So after my uncle went back to Vietnam, that gorgeous couple decided to just keep the properties. And make it theirs. There was nothing my mom could do about it anyway. It was my aunt's property, all legal. That property is now worth you know, like ten times the worth it was back then. That aunt kept playing with people's trust and stole money. She stole money from my other aunt who is like really fucking fucking poor already anyway, she even stole money my mom sent home for my grandmother. She simply is some evil money craving bitch. One time, she needed to be good with an older woman for a business deal. She went as far as saying that her mother is dead, just to suck up to that other woman. She was like, 'My mother is dead, but you are like a mother to me.' Bitch ! Who would talk of your own mother as dead. That's how evil she is. I bet she ripped that other woman's money off in the end as well. Poor woman. Seriously, now that I think about my aunt, someone needs to stop her !!!! She is so evil and her evilness is continuing day by day. She met my other aunts the other day and was even bragging about it how she earns 1000$ a day. In front of my one aunt, the woman she stole 2000$ from and who is so poor already !!!! Not even feeling bad about it ! And my poor other aunt doesn't have the guts to talk back to her. Iam so disappointed with my family, really. Noone dares to say a word to that woman. And I lack the Vietnamese skills and knowledge to do so. Her family now is like super wealthy. Only buying super expensive clothes I can't even afford, they have several cars and buying houses in Saigon and Hong Kong. You know why their guest houses are so popular and make so much money ? They buy girls, between 15 and 16 from South Vietnam. Seriously, I really cannot understand how you can brag about this. But she did. That her wealth is based on other people's misery. She buys these girls, and keeps them like dogs. Basically forcing them into prostitution. Young teenage girls. She takes 500k Dong for one interaction, takes 450k and gives 50k to the girl. That's 2€ for your information. 2€ for a ruined life and no future. AND SHE BRAGS ABOUT THAT. Her husband was in jail for a few years because of that. But she never stopped. And now they are so rich, they aren't afraid of the police anymore because they simply bribe the police. That woman has no moral at all. Like at all. Can you imagine how much I despise that woman ?! I really wish I could figure out a way to simply destroy her and her evilness and get her back where she comes from, straight into hell. Her and her soulless husband.
My dad told my mom not to trust that uncle back then. But she didn't listen to him. My parents lost so much money because of others. People who borrowed and never gave it back. People who forced them to sell properties, which are now ten or twenty times more of worth. And because of gambling as well. And the fact they both my parents are so stubborn and wouldn't listen to one each other. My mom always tells me, 'I made my first million when I was 25. It went, so fast, I couldn't even believe that all that money would ever go away.' But it did. Financial downfall, divorce, drama drama drama. More than ten years later, of course they have recovered, but there is still lots of regrets. My dad even apologized to me once, that he can't provide a better life for me. I cried. Because I feel like my parents are giving me so much already, I don't expect more of them. I have always been an ego kind of person. Thinking that everything just lies in my own hands. I really want to follow in the steps of my parents, and make something big. But not make the same mistake and lose it again. I want to make my parents proud and be able to provide a good life for them. Especially my father. It is so important to me to make my father really proud of me.
Lost money is lost money. Just consider it lost and it will be less painful. My mom has the option to sue my aunt now, because she still has the agreements and paper stuffs from back then, but we don't know if we can achieve something or will just lose more money. Because we can't really afford it at the moment. My mom just got a baby, she doesn't work anymore and lives off unemployment benefits and welfare. She doesn't have anyone to support her, so it would be a risk to sue my aunt in Vietnam. Of course I tell my mom to sue, because there is a chance we might get the property back, but then again I understand my mothers doubts. She has to care for my sister and that is stress enough. She wants to avoid more circumstances in her life and simply keeps saying that karma will get back to my aunt. Karma is a bitch, right ? Until then, she will still roam the streets with her guards (she sure has many many many haters), living her life like a wealthy whoremistress.