I’ve been married two years, but my husband and I are living separately due to our work. He is in Manila while I am in the Visayas. We’ve actually had this arrangement for three years, even before we got married. We were okay with this setup until last year.
The irony of life. I have never understood this cliché more so than I do today. As I celebrate the beautiful birth of our third child, I find myself simultaneously having to grieve the painful loss of my loving father. Countless times I’ve heard people’s consoling words: “He is in a much better place today.” While I appreciate the sympathy and I know in my heart that it is true, it can’t erase the hurtful picture in my mind of my father never having been able to hold his newest grandchild in his arms.
I am a 43-year-old single mom to an eight-year-old daughter. My husband died eight years ago, before our daughter’s birth, and we’ve been living with my parents since. I am working as a school nurse and my salary is really not enough for us.
Didn’t President Benigno Aquino III (P-Noy) look like a 52-year-old teenager as he admitted before the news camera that he’s been dating Grace Lee? He seemed to be blushing, and had that bashful twinkle in the eyes. “Blushing?” he said. “Must be the lighting.” (News video? Lighting?) Anyway, whatever, he couldn’t mask the kilig.
I am an OFW and about to turn 35 with no boyfriend. The pressure to get married from family and friends is intense. Eight months ago, I met a 31-year-old guy online and have been chatting with him almost every night. We’ve “talked” about everything you can think of, including marriage, the type of wedding we like, etc. I have fallen in love with him and my friends actually think we are in a relationship already. He is fond of sending me links of songs that I am hopefully reading as romantic lyrics he is singing from his heart to mine.
You say in your columns that if a guy likes a girl, the girl would know it even if she is asleep. Or that, if a guy likes a girl, even if the guy be a priest or a saint, he would still let that girl know that he likes her. Could you be more specific? What are the definite signs that a guy likes a girl? How would a girl know for sure that a guy likes her?
As an avid reader of your column in the Sunday Lifestyle of the Inquirer, I am amazed at how contradictory a society the Philippines is. I am a resident foreigner in this country, and it perturbs me how rife the level of denial and hypocrisy is. Case in point, your latest column, entitled “Amazed at illicit relationships among OFWs.”
I am abroad working as an instructor in the Middle East. I have been here for the last 13 years. Life has become better because I was able to provide for the needs of my parents and send my brothers and sisters to university. I’ve also built a house and bought a farm for my parents.
I am 50 years old and I am guilty of having cheated on my wife. My problem now is how to help her to move on and forget the past. She said she has forgiven me, but has she forgotten? She told me that no matter how hard she tries there are events in our daily life that keep on reminding her and keeping her memory of my cheating alive.
I am a father of two boys and one girl. We are a beautiful family, everybody tells us. All of my children became commercial models when they were growing up, and two of them still do modeling. My wife was a Miss Something in her youth while I was a known playboy. I broke quite a few hearts along the way, and unwittingly sired a number of illegitimate kids—some known to me, but mostly strangers, who dot places I’ve visited, here and abroad. Obviously, I sowed my wild oats. Those were the good ol’ days and I know I am paying for them now. I am being punished at how my three children have turned out.
I work as a physician-in-training. Despite the hardships, I have everything I want: a condominium (which I share with my boyfriend of four years) and a supportive family. Though it’s been four years, my boyfriend and I agreed to start a family after I finished my two-year training, though he was not yet financially ready to start a family. Everything was perfect, until my boyfriend quit his job as a CPA last July and transferred to a “less toxic” job.
