I am sure all of you have this one person (or maybe two!) whose life you somehow manage to screw up no matter how honest the intentions. There is this cousin I didn't know existed until I hit graduation and had a chance encounter with in the capital who has born the brunt of this, if I may say so, phenomena. Lord knows he must wish he had lived his life not knowing such a sister existed.
Whenever this doctor cousin came over to my flat during the weekends with an occasional burger, I'd be delighted. However, due to paucity of time, we never got down to discussing much else. Skipping the details, let me get to the last time I spoke to him. My parents were here for a treatment and I needed someone to escort them around the hospital. Naturally, he was my first choice. But when I made the call, he didn't offer anything else other than the hospital inquiry number. I was extremely disappointed that day. Under normal circumstances, I'd have just ignored and known better for the future but this was a consanguineous matter! Once my folks were back home, I called up and gave him a piece of my mind. Days later I felt horrible for having been so vocal about my thoughts. Maybe some things are meant to be kept under wraps and I had stepped over the line.
Today, after five months of silence, I managed to royally f**k up my relation with him yet again. I never mean any harm, yet I end up making a mess of every situation he's a part of. I am sorry dear cousin. It just seems that no matter how genuine, caring, defensive or concerned I try to be, somehow with you I am nothing but a spoiler alert. Some things are just not meant to be. Sorry.
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