farewell, my wife...

More conclusive proof that the parents fucked it up again...

Today I finally threw away my first cello. A simple decision to throw it away actually took years to process when they involved themselves. Thank God neither of them are CEO's, eh?

The simple facts are:

- The cello is quite condemned. In addition to the neck being severely warped, the knob on my endpin screw is also broken. The cost to repair it is more than the price of a new instrument.

- I can forget about selling it because no one would want it even if I gave it away free. Cash Converters wouldn't want it because, well, it isn't in a playable state.

For the longest time now, these have been their responses:

Dad: Whatever. Just try to sell it for a token sum. (Not listening)

Mum: Keep it first, don't make rash decisions. If you repair it, next time you can use it for teaching. (Avoiding the issue + a bit of not listening)

All this while, the cello has just been gathering mould in my cupboard, and damn I need the space. I started to make noise about it. After all, since I was adamant that it could not even be sold for a penny (except to the karung guni, but there are no karung guni men around our area), if they really want to sell it, they should be responsible for it not me. If they are sooo stingy they want to recoup as much of their initial money... It's only $600 for goodness sake, and any string player will tell you a cheap instrument is no investment, it depreciates rapidly with unuse...

Anyway, mum promised that she would move the cello out of the cupboard. That was months ago, and on Sunday I got really pissed off and smsed her 'I want the cello out of the cupboard today'. She replied 'Today not free. Tuesday'. Well, today is Thursday and as expected, nothing's been done so I smsed her my final, non-negotiable decision, stripped the cello down, and threw it away (left it at the bulky refuse area). I kept the tuning pegs, bridge, endpin, and of course, the case.

It sucks that instead of feeling emotional that I have to let it go, I instead feel angry and full of hatred that I actually have to fight to let it go. Why must they fuck everything up? Why can't they just listen to me?