I remember this one night very clearly in my mind. It was one of my shifts back on my previous job. My boss unleashed World War III on me without me doing anything wrong. It got me so frustrated that it drove me to tears. I rushed out and went to the nearest comfort room and called my boyfriend because I desperately needed someone to tell me that I can do it and that things are going to be okay. But he did not comfort me. All he said was “O ano namang magagawa ng pag-iyak mo?”. Those words came out in a very blunt manner.
From that day on, I learned how to keep my sh*t in line even with my heart breaking, even with tears falling uncontrollably, without me bugging him about it. I lost my money twice on the way home. I had no idea how I’m gonna be able to pay my fare but I did not tell him about it. I’ve had tons of bad days, helpless incidents and nights when I just cried myself to sleep but I dealt with them on my own.
Now out of the blue, I read this.
You had one bad day and out of all your friends, you think of my boyfriend first? Why? Because he has been there for you every time you felt a little low, slightly shaken or a little depressed? Damn, then good for you.
Here I am trying to pull my sh*t together on my own and he was able to comfort you on life’s every blow. You really have a way of breaking my heart to pieces, you know that?
Hey Miss J, can’t you just find a boyfriend of your own? Cause honestly, I’m tired of dealing with this. I really am. Try putting yourself in my position. Would you want your boyfriend, the man you plan to marry, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with being as sweet as sugar to another girl?
This is exactly what I meant when I told you KNOW YOUR LIMITS.
I’ve made changes for you. I’ve made sacrifices for you.
Think about that the next time you talk to her, text her, comfort her or call her beautiful.
I’m asking you to stop talking to her. Whatever it is that’s happening has been driving me insane and I don’t know what else to do. I’ve been asking and asking and asking you… For once, can you listen to me and just put an end to whatever it is you have with her. Because the more that you talk to her, the more she thinks that she means something to you. So if you’re telling me that she doesn’t, then just tell her.
It’s hurting me. It’s breaking me. And here I am thinking that if you really cared for me, you’d stop it.
Or was I wrong?