Year: 2010

2011: A continuation and a new beginning

My girls and I welcomed the new year rather differently this year. Quiet, in fact. We’re all alone, away from my father and the rest of my relatives, and for the first time, away from my husband, too. I had been hoping that we could at least simultaneously celebrate it with our loved ones, virtually. Yet no one else seemed to be online, except for my husband who refused to take our invitations to video calls. Well, so much for the hope of starting over again, having a stronger family bond this year. I suppose he is still nursing a wound that I had stupidly inflicted on him a year ago. We have had good times since he learned about my little sin; in fact, he even sent me expensive gifts of perfumes and flashy mobile phones, as well as Swiss and Belgian dark chocolates both for our 7th church wedding anniversary and my birthday. He also came home for our eldest daughter’s last birthday and we all enjoyed being together as a family in …

New Year shopping woes

Today is the last day of year 2010, and I spent half of the morning in the markets. Not because I was doing some last minute holiday feast shopping, but because I realized that we still have to eat for a few days or so after the new year celebration and before my much-awaited moolah arrives. The cupboards are well-stocked for the holidays, but most of their contents will be used up tonight. I started hoarding goods as early as  November, but since I couldn’t keep meat and veggies for long, I have to go out from time to time to get fresh supplies. Too bad though that one of those times happened to be to-day! My first stop was the wet market near us to buy some rice and eggs. This particular market is usually empty since the goods sold there are usually higher than the market 30 minutes farther, but it was very crowded this morning. After getting what I needed, I transferred to the biggest supermarket in the village. It’s near the …

The Battle is the Lord’s

To others, my marriage may seem very pitiful. No matter how hard I try, it seems that things will never be the same again. I only end up hurting myself in the process. Something tells me it’s time for me to move on, with or without my lawful husband. This is another battle for me, much bigger than I ever had before. It’s a recurring issue, and I feel like I’m on the losing end. I’ve nothing else to do but to leave it as well to the Lord’s hands. I shall always count on Him to handle things that are way beyond my control. As much as I try to deal with my husband’s past, his unruly relatives, and my own mistakes, with humility and patience, I feel like there’s nothing else I can do now except become the lady-in-waiting. That is, wait for my husband to come around as I diligently do my roles as a mother and a wife–even without a husband to appreciate me. Looking back, I’ve had issues with God …

Wedding Planning 101

I was on my way to building my new business, something that I have long been wanting to do: wedding planning. I would no longer be the wedding reception host, someone helping out in the registration, the bridesmaid, or even the bride, but the coordinator behind someone else’s wedding.  However, just when I thought I’ve already got it and my very first client, who also happened to be a good college buddy, and I have already started making some progress, she suddenly called things off. She said she couldn’t refuse her mother who insisted on organizing the whole wedding herself and threatened to disown her if she would not allow her to plan her big day. At first, I was very sympathetic. After all, her siblings were already married and she’s the youngest child. My feelings of sympathy for her turned to bewilderment then disappointment, however, as reality hit me. I tried not to let disappointment get the better of me. And I think, I somehow succeeded in doing that after a lot of praying. There are …

32 years and a few minutes

  I’m not sure whether I should feel excited about celebrating my birthday later. I’ll be 33 at exactly 6:30 AM, 12 November 2010. For the second time, I’ll be celebrating my birthday without a mother to greet me warmly as soon as I wake up. And I guess I just have to get used to that. I also have to live with the fact now that although wonderful changes had taken place in my marriage, well, my husband’s not around for me to share the day with him. I wish November 13’s my birthday, and not tomorrow.   Why? For one, I get to celebrate a birthday on a Friday the Thirteenth! Yeah, right, as if that matters! Seriously, I just wish it won’t take place soon. Because I am in such a mess right now. I have a deadline to beat, a house to clean the moment I wake up, and a daughter to send to school very early in the morning, when all I want to do is wake up late, have a …

A different Christmas

It was a different Christmas, all right.  Mama’s gone, it’s just ‘us’ who celebrated it.  After a few years of spending Christmas with my in-laws, my own family spent it again with my father, my siblings, and my siblings’ families at my parents’ house in Las Pinas. For the first time, my no longer estranged husband did all the Noche Buena preparations since I had to go to work even on Christmas eve–another first for me, by the way, since I had always found a way to evade compulsory work during holidays.  I suppose it was good for him to be the one to do the food preparations and cooking all by himself… at least, my family would see that he has finally turned a new leaf.  And, I think that he indeed has.  He’s finding ways now to spend time with me and our daughters, and it’s so much easier to ask him to do something for us.  He seems eager to please us and he seems able to control his temper much better, too.  …

Irate customer

Having worked as a CSR for a few years and being a trainer in the field as well has sort of made me an expert at manipulating situations to my benefit, it seems. I know well enough who to speak with when things aren’t going the way I expect them to be, and if the situation calls for playing the role of an irate customer, I can pretty much do that easily too. Playing or being irate isn’t all beneficial though, and I had promised myself not to do it anymore.  Recently, however, my resolution was put to the test. As I tried to deal amicably with a couple of cable companies claiming that we owe them some money in the past, when we have properly terminated our previous contracts with them years ago, I found myself being irate once more.  In the end, I sure got what I wanted though the feeling wasn’t entirely nice.  My blood pressure rose as I actually became angry and indignant. I felt so mean that I apologized to …