January 2nd—you made me cry.
Why is it so easy for you to say “ikaw muna” because I haven’t even recovered yet? Have you ever thought, how about me? It feels like it’s effortless for you to say those words, while I’m here holding back, but everything has its limits.
I try to understand, I try to be patient—but patience also has an end. I’m already at my breaking point. It would have been fine if I had more than enough to give, but hey—your the father, the man. It should be you leading us.
I’ve tried to stay calm, to understand everything, but I’ve endured for so long. My silence doesn’t mean I’m okay—it means I’ve been carrying too much, waiting for you to step up.
Do you even see me? I’m a wife struggling every single day—emotionally drained, financially burdened, tired of carrying the weight of everything about you. I’m exhausted from trying to hold this family together while you let go. I’m tired of crying in silence, tired of pretending I’m strong when inside I’m breaking.
I am weary of the endless sacrifices, of stretching myself thin just to make ends meet, while you act as if it’s easy to walk away from responsibility. I am tired of being the one who absorbs the pain, the stress, the sleepless nights, while you choose comfort over accountability.
You don’t realize how heavy it is to smile when my heart is aching, to keep moving when my body is tired, to keep believing when my hope is fading. I’ve carried the emotional scars, the financial struggles, the loneliness of feeling like I’m fighting this battle alone.
I wanted a partner, a leader, someone who would stand beside me. Instead, I feel abandoned in my own marriage—left to pick up the pieces while you turn away. I am tired of everything about you—the broken promises, the lack of effort, the way you make me feel invisible.
Tired of you!
