Before I flew in Korea, a friend revealed to me my husband's plans last October. It shook me to the core. I was devastated for a while until my friend's bachelorette's sparty in Manila washed my worries away. Our common friend told me that my husband is just waiting for the right time. In fact, he already consulted some family lawyers in Manila.
Even though, I have been prepared for it hearing that for the first time from another person still stung. I have not readied myself to be interrogated. I was not prepared to answer questions about what led to my husband arriving on that resolve.
I tried to explain.
I faltered.
I cried.
My firstborn will turn 7 in the next 10 months. If his father sticks to his plans, I will be out of the house once he makes up his mind. I do not know what is more painful to bear, the fact that despite our desperate attempt to treat each other civilly, absent love, we could still no longer salvage our marriage, or the tearing apart of my kids' family at such their tender age.
I have changed since hearing that. I tried to somewhat detach myself. I do not wish my kids to suffer so I am giving them the better option. And that option is for them to pick the better parent between their broke mom and their erratic but financially-stable father.
Clock ticks away.
Who will they choose? Who will Evo choose?
Their answer, it will be obvious.
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