When Trust is Broken - My Life's King Lear, Art from Trash, 5 Grandchildren and Ertjie - Blood in Snow Chapter 8
💔 “When Trust Is Broken – My Life’s King Lear”
🩸 “Blood in the Snow” – A New Chapter Begins🎨 Creating Through the Pain – My Tokreen Mions
💓How I Became the Grandma of Five Cats and the Mother of a Kitten Named Ertjie (which means "Pea" in English)
There’s a tragedy in all of us. A moment when we trust the wrong people, give our hearts to the undeserving, and pay the price for love given too freely. Shakespeare’s King Lear may be an ancient play, but its story hits painfully close to home. I lived a version of it❤with real people, real loss, and lessons learned the hardest way.
👑 The King Lear in Our Lives
In King Lear, an aging king gives away his kingdom to his two oldest daughters, believing their flattery. He rejects the one who truly loves him❤his youngest daughter, Cordelia👀because she refuses to speak sweet lies. This one mistake leads him to ruin, as the daughters he trusted turn on him, and he’s left with nothing.
Like King Lear, we trusted the wrong person. We believed in family. We thought we were doing the right thing by giving our trust, our hard👐earned money, and our loyalty to my husband’s father. For over five years, he took money from us. Every month. Quietly. Steadily. Without honesty.
🚗 The Car That Broke the Truth Open
We gave money faithfully, believing it went toward the car we drove👀our car, the one we paid for. But the truth came crashing down: he had never paid a cent. He let us believe everything was taken care of while he used the money for something else… for someone else.
Like Lear’s daughters who betray him, he betrayed not just us, but also his own wife, who trusted him for 43 years. Now, she too is left abandoned, much like Lear was cast aside when he became inconvenient.
🧍♂ The Downfall
Today, he lives in a Wendy house on the rough side of town with a young woman💔the same young woman who mysteriously received large sums of money. He’s not just losing possessions; he’s losing the respect, the family, and the name he once had.
Much like King Lear, his choices have caught up to him. He is watching his world unravel, day by day, while those he wronged try to rebuild from the hurt.
💡 Reflection
We thought his mother was the one we needed to protect ourselves from. But Lear teaches us: it’s not the words that matter, it’s the actions. Cordelia loved truly but refused to flatter. Like her, the people who care about us may not always say what we want to hear👀but they stand by us when it matters.
This story, this pain, has taught me to be wiser. Not colder, not bitter👀just wiser. Lear lost everything. I refuse to let that be my ending too.
🌱 Conclusion: Lessons from the Wreckage
Trust is a gift. Once broken, it doesn’t just hurt💔it teaches.
So many of us carry our own tragedies. But like Lear, even in the ruins, there is truth, there is growth, and maybe💞even peace.
If you're going through betrayal, know this: you are not alone. And like Cordelia, your quiet strength is more powerful than any lie.
🎨 Creating Through the Pain – My Tokreen Minions
In the middle of this heartbreak, I turned to art. Out of trash, sadness, and raw emotion, I created “minions”👀miniature art pieces made from forgotten things:
Two tiny empty coffee tins
Pieces of old jeans and wood
Key rings, safety pins
A black Tokreen base brought to life with pops of color and a vintage touch
They are small pieces with big voices. Each one carries a memory, a lesson, a flicker of strength. They are my way of healing, of creating beauty from what life tried to throw away.
🖌 My Favorite Art Supplies
- 30 Colours Dual Tip Acrylic Paint Pens – Waterproof, dual-tipped, and great for paper, rocks, wood, and more.
- 20pcs Blue Paint Brushes – Ideal for oil, watercolor, and acrylics. I even use the large brush for dusting glitter!
- Nicpro 20pcs Dry Brushes – Perfect for fine details in miniature painting.
- Apple Barrel Acrylic Paint – Affordable and perfect for buying individual colors like white!
- HissiCo 42Pcs Acrylic Paint Set – Comes with 12 brushes and 6 paint knives. Non-toxic and vibrant!
- Four Candies 25pcs Mechanical Pencil Set – Ideal for sketching and includes multiple lead sizes.
🎁 P.S. If my family is reading this – I really want the cute pastel set with erasers!
🩸 “Blood in the Snow” – A New Chapter Begins
Chapter 8: A Corner Left Out
Diary Entry 2
1978 November 5th
Dear Diary,
It’s cold this morning. Not just "winter cold," but stillness cold. The kind where the air doesn’t move, even when the window’s shut tight.
My room smells like dry wood and mothballs. There’s a splintered chair in the corner under a window that doesn’t close all the way. The glass is fogged around the edges, like it’s holding its breath. The wallpaper’s peeling in thin strips, and in one corner above the bed, there’s a brown water stain shaped like a cracked halo. I remember it being smaller.
The bed creaks every time I move, but not in a normal way—it creaks like it’s delayed, like the springs are reacting to something I did seconds ago. I don’t like how that sounds written down, but I’ll leave it.
My bag is still under the dresser. My coat, damp from yesterday, hangs over the bedpost, still dripping faintly. I haven’t gone outside yet this morning.
I woke up thinking about the photo. I keep trying to remember when I took it out. Or if I ever put it back. Maybe I never did. But it keeps showing up in the wrong place. It’s like…
Like it knows where I’ll look next.
That’s stupid.
My handwriting looks weird today.
I’ve read this entry three times and none of it feels real.
“COME EAT!”
Mom’s voice shattered the quiet. I flinched, scribbling a line across the page.
I shut the book and dropped it on the bed beside me. As I stood, I caught a glimpse of something pale sticking out from the edge of the blanket.
The photo.
Peeking just slightly from beneath the comforter.
I didn’t touch it. I didn’t want to.
The floorboards groaned beneath my feet, slow and sluggish like they were waking up with me. As I opened the door, I glanced around my room again.
The dresser drawer I’d left cracked open was now fully shut.
The closet door stood open about three inches. I didn’t remember touching it.
I left without checking.
The kitchen was the same as always:
Toast, eggs, stale cereal. Dad humming at the radio. My brother crunching loudly with his mouth open.
Mom barely looked up. “Nice of you to join us,” she muttered.
I sat down without a word.
“You were writing again?” she asked.
I shrugged. “It helps me think.”
“You should try talking instead,” she said, too flat to be sincere.
“I do,” I said, eyes on my plate. “No one listens.”
Her lips thinned. Dad cleared his throat but didn’t step in this time.
The rest of breakfast passed like frozen syrup—slow and sticky with tension.
Back upstairs, my bedroom was quiet. The light from the window hit the far wall at a sharper angle now, cutting across the dusty floorboards in a harsh line.
I stepped inside.
The bedspread was pulled tighter than I’d left it. My diary sat neatly at the foot of the bed, even though I’d left it beside the pillow.
And sitting dead center on the pillow—like someone had placed it there with care—was the photo.
I picked it up.
No faces. No smiles. No people.
Just the house.
Just the snow.
And in the center of the image, where a tall pine tree once stood:
A fresh stump.
Dark bark curling inward like old skin.
I turned the photo over.
Still blank.
But the back felt damp.
And it smelled—faintly—like pine and smoke..... Next week Chapter 9....
*Chapter 9 Expectations Based on Chapter 8:*
1. *Photo Investigation:* The protagonist will further explore the mystery of the photo and its ties to the house.
2. *Home Changes:* Strange occurrences in the house will provoke deeper investigations and reveal hidden secrets.
3. *Family Tensions:* Confrontations regarding familial relationships and communication issues are likely to arise.
4. *Stump Symbolism:* The stump in the photo may prompt reflections on loss and unresolved past trauma.
5. *Isolation Feelings:* The protagonist’s sense of being unheard may deepen, leading to a desire for escape or understanding.
6. *Supernatural Elements:* Expect an increase in mystical occurrences related to the house’s atmosphere.
7. *Personal Growth:* The protagonist may begin asserting their voice by using writing as a means of expression.
8. *New Discoveries:* Uncovering additional clues from the past could complicate the protagonist’s journey.
☝Tension from Chapter 8.☝
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📚 Current Inspiration Books:
- The Sleep Experiment – Jeremy Bates
- The No-End House – Jeremy Bates
- The Asylum Confessions – Jack Steen
And just as I am expressing through art, my son has found his voice too❤in his powerful story, Blood in the Snow. A new chapter is coming. One filled with tension, mystery, and heart. It reflects the journey of someone facing darkness but moving forward with courage.
As a mother, it’s a gift to see him write through the pain and shape his own world with words.
💡 Reflection
We thought his mother was the one we needed to guard against. But King Lear teaches us: real love is proven, not spoken. True loyalty is often quiet. And sometimes, the people we mistrust are the ones who stand with us longest.
🌱 Conclusion: From Tragedy to Creation
👉Trust is a gift. Once broken, it doesn’t just hurt👀it teaches.👈
We’ve lost much. But I’ve found my voice. My art. My strength.
And I’m watching my son find his, too.
This blog is not just for me❤it's for anyone rebuilding after betrayal. Whether you express your pain through art, writing, or silent survival: you are not alone. And you’re never too broken to create beauty again.
How I Became the Grandma of Five Cats and the Mother of a Kitten Named Ertjie (which means "Pea" in English)
A few years ago, I was working at Pet Food City in Brackenfell Industrial, where we distributed products for large dog brands. Close to our warehouse, a man found five very tiny baby kittens. Sadly, their mother had been run over by a car. Having cared for many baby pets in the past, I knew I had to help. We took the kittens home and immediately got them kitten formula. However, tragically, before we could even give them milk, three of them had already perished.
I made them a warm bed and fed them through the night. In the morning, only Snowy, the white kitten, was left. I cared for her over the next two weeks, but she didn’t grow at all because she was too weak. I contacted a nearby animal rescue, and they informed me that sometimes stray cats have kittens that don't grow larger than three weeks and often die. So, I began to wonder if the mother had indeed been run over; I just didn’t know. Sadly, Snowy passed away shortly after. I was heartbroken, and my grief made me physically ill. I mourned her loss at home. We had formed a bond; I had fed her hourly and gently cleaned her bottom whenever she pooped.
In an effort to fill the void left by Snowy, my husband found a lady who was giving away kittens. We met Miona and Socket, who soon became my daughter's cats, as her love for cats was immense. She helped many rescue cats after that, but one kitten she decided to keep was a cow-patterned cat named Moempie. Soon after Miona received her, Moempie was pregnant and had five kittens. Ertjie was the smallest of the litter; she was weak and had been left behind by her mother and siblings. My daughter bought kitten milk, and we started giving it to her. Soon, she became stronger and stronger. We named her Pea because she would walk a little and then fall over, rolling like a green pea.
At six weeks and three days, Ertjie came home with me. She was still very weak but growing stronger than before. I mixed her kitten food with her milk, and she learned to suck up the food. As the days went on, she grew stronger. I fed her every two hours with three teaspoons of milk — that was all she could hold. Her tummy was upset with the kitten food we initially gave her, so we switched to Montego kitten food, and soon her tummy felt better.
I had to bathe her five to nine times a day; every time her tummy got upset, she would get a bath, and her legs and feet were always messy. I treated her like my own baby. She would drink milk, and I would take her to the litter box, rubbing her backside with a warm, wet cloth, as a mother cat would do. Although she was very weak at first, she quickly grew stronger. She's turning six months old on July 13, 2025. Her body is small, but her legs are very long. She eats healthily and climbs on me like a tree whenever I prepare her meals.
Initially, she slept in a hamster cage, which she loved because she was so small. I was afraid of accidentally sleeping on her at night. However, four days ago, she stopped wanting to sleep in the cage and now prefers to sleep under the blankets between me, my husband, and our Chihuahua, Tinkerbell.
I have uploaded a video of Ertjie growing up, so make sure to follow us for many more videos and images of my grandchildren — my daughter’s five cats: Miona, Socket (who is missing), Sam, Dean, Moempie, and Luna. Luna is Ertjie’s sister from the same litter and is three times Ertjie's size. I’ll be sharing more updates soon!
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