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I am a happy wife and a proud mom of two wonderful children. We are living abroad. My first child is from a fling prior to my marriage. My husband and his family love her and adore her more than their own. She was seven when I got married, and she now uses the name of my husband.
I am in my late 60s, married with three children and two grandchildren. I am writing because I committed adultery when I was in my 40s, which is still hounding me after over 23 years.
Last Friday was my dad’s death anniversary, and I marvel at the circumstances surrounding that day. Let me tell you about it through a couple of poems.
I am a mother to four amazing children ages 18 to 27 years old, and for 18 years my marriage was bliss. My husband and I supported each other’s careers and encouraged each other’s growth. I went up the corporate ladder of a big retail service chain in the US while he stayed in his job here and visited the kids and me regularly. He did quite well in his own field, the military, and earned his stars.
My husband and I have known each other for 18 years—first in an 11-year relationship, and then married for five. He told me our relationship would meet its fruition with marriage. He is only three years older, but I look up to him.
This male friend of mine and I became close when his girlfriend of seven years broke up with him two years ago. I’ve been his shoulder to cry on, always listening to his stories of regret and frustration. I did my best to cheer him up, and it came to a point where we’d spend every weekend together and talk on the phone till dawn.
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.”
A few months ago, a friend wrote a Facebook post on being single and not finding love that struck a big chord with me.
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.
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.
