Go For It

18/10/2025

Labi na ron ting uwan 🥴

17/10/2025

TAXI CAB THEORY IS REAL.

Imagine kayong dalawa yung nagsama ng sobrang tagal, umabot na nang 8 years, 10 years or ilang taon, nagkaroon kayo ng anak pero at the end of the day naghiwalay kayong dalawa dahil pakiramdam mo parang wala siyang plano para sa inyong dalawa kaya kayo naghiwalay tapos nagkaroon siya ng bago at yun yung pinakasalan niya agad kahit bago pa lang sila.

Imagine the man you prayed for can't see his future with you kaya hindi ka pinakasalan o inalok man lang ng kasal kahit sobrang tagal na nang relasyon niyo. The pain is real. Totoo talaga na wala sa tagal yan. Pag nakita niya yung future niya sayo kahit bago pa lang kayo talagang papakasalan ka niya ng walang pag aalinlangan.

Yung ikaw yung nakasama through ups and downs pero hindi pala ikaw yung nakikita kiyang kasama niya sa future niya.

17/10/2025

Sometimes, the strongest reaction is no reaction at all. when there’s a disrespect, there’s no need to argue or to prove your point. silence over conflict and selfrespect over unnecessary battles should be your agenda. walking away quietly can say more than words ever could. you’ve likely spent too much time trying to be understood by those who never really listened. now, just LET YOUR ACTIONS SPEAKS FOR YOU.

16/10/2025

“I Wish You’d Hear Me Before I Go Quiet for Good”

Husband? If you ever read this, I hope you know it’s me—your wife (the one you always say you love). If you read this, I hope you feel that it’s me—the one you call your wife, yes—the woman who once loved you deeply, who gave you our beautiful daughter.

I keep telling you I’m not okay. I try to explain the emptiness, the loneliness, the silent tears beside you at night—or even when you’re away at work. But all I ever hear from you is, “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

Maybe that’s true.
But not doing anything wrong isn’t the same as loving me right.

You don’t cheat. You don’t hurt me. You come home.
But you don’t see me.
You don’t hear the sadness behind my quiet.
You don’t feel the heaviness I carry just trying to keep this family—and myself—together.

And while you sleep peacefully, I lie awake wondering how someone who once held my heart so gently can now ignore the cracks in it like they’re nothing.

I’m not asking for grand gestures.
I’m asking for your presence. For your emotional honesty. For something—anything—that reminds me I’m still your partner, not just someone living beside you.

I’m not posting this to shame you.
I’m posting this because I’m tired of breaking in silence, hoping one day you might finally listen without brushing me off.

Because if you ever read this...
I hope it hits you the way this pain has been hitting me—quietly, deeply, every single day.

I don’t even know where to begin anymore, because part of me feels like you stopped listening a long time ago. But I’m going to try—because this pain is swallowing me whole, and pretending I’m okay is killing me inside.

Since our daughter was born, my world shifted. Not because I don’t love her—I love her more than anything—but because I’ve been navigating emotions I never expected, all while trying to hold everyone else together.
But who’s been holding me?

Not you.

You’ve watched me drown in silence, and you sleep like nothing’s wrong.
Do you know what it feels like to cry quietly next to someone who’s supposed to be your safe place?
To lie awake night after night, wondering how the person I love the most can be so close and yet make me feel so painfully alone?

You call it “drama.”
I call it agony.

I don’t need a perfect husband—I never did.
But I did need someone who saw me.
Who cared enough to ask, “Are you okay?”
Someone who would reach for my hand when I’m falling apart instead of turning away and rolling over.

I’ve changed. Yes, I have.
Motherhood changed me. Life changed me. This pain changed me.
And while I’ve been breaking, you’ve been absent—emotionally gone.
And every time I try to talk to you, the wall between us grows taller.

I don’t feel loved.
I don’t feel safe.
I don’t feel wanted.
I feel like a burden in my own marriage.

And if that doesn’t shake something in you—if that doesn’t hurt to read—then maybe I really am alone in this.

I’m not asking for a luxurious or extravagant life, husband 🥺
What my heart longs for is simply your acceptance—that I exist in your life—and to feel that you are truly my husband. That’s all my heart asks for.

How many nights have I cried in pain while watching you sleep so peacefully?
How many days have passed where you just brushed off everything I tried to tell you about how I feel, as if it’s all just “drama”?
How many more times must I ask for even just your attention?
How many times must I beg you to put down your phone for a moment and ask me, “How are you, love? How’s your life now that we’re married?”

Do you even remember the last time you asked me how I was doing?
When was the last time I heard you say “I love you” in person?

I’m tired, husband… I’m so tired.
And sometimes, I feel like if I ever reach my breaking point, I might just give this borrowed life back to God.
But your only reply is always, “Think of our child.”
Yes, that’s true—always that.
But can’t you also feel what I’m trying to tell you?
Can’t you see the tears on my face, or hear the trembling in my voice—the cries of my heart as your wife?

Does a mother no longer have the right to feel like this?
Do I no longer have the right to express what I’m feeling—because in the eyes of others, “You’re a mother now, you have everything. Think of your husband and child”?
Is this really the consequence of becoming a mother?
That I lose the right to speak about my pain—to feel—because people expect me to just be strong?

How cruel this world can be...
I just hope that when our daughter grows up, marries, and becomes a mother herself, she never feels this kind of pain I’m feeling right now. 😌

Husband? If I go quiet forever, will you finally feel what I’ve been trying to say all along?

16/10/2025

16/10/2025

Daghan rabag nag minyo-minyo o kasal-kasal ron tungod lang kay dugay na kaayo sila, close na both side sa parents, daghan nay nahitabo naa nay nanga pundar.

Pero, dugay rang walay gigma, walay respeto, puro cheating nga wala lang na sakpan.

Ang mali jud dira no?? Walay nag pranka sa wala pa mahitabo ang kasal...
Ang ending, mag bulag kay wa najud nalipay sa kinabuhi nga silay nag kuyog, kung kanus-a naa nay anak nga maapektohan.

Resulta jud na sa mag matter perme unsay e estorya sa mga tao sa palibot nga dili man unta sila ang mag minyo o mag ipon.

Mo Prangka ka, pagmatinud-an sa imo kaugalingon!

16/10/2025

Agree??

15/10/2025

Mas magaan ba ang buhay mo ngayon na wala kami ng anak mo?
Siguro oo, kasi pinili mong iwan at takasan ang bigat na ayaw mong harapin.
Habang ako, araw-araw kong pasan ang mga iniwan mong responsibilidad at alaala.
Bawat umaga, pinipilit kong maging matatag para sa anak nating umaasang buo pa rin ang mundo niya.
Unti-unti kong natutunan — kaya ko pala, kahit wala ka.
Hindi ko kailangang hintayin kang bumalik para muling maging masaya.
Dahil habang ikaw ay naghanap ng magpapagaan sa’yo,
ako naman, natutong mahalin ang sarili kong kakayahang tumayo mag-isa.

14/10/2025

:Love protects. Disrespect destroys.
A mother's love is not just an emotionit is the first sanctuary a chiid ever knows. It is sacred, primal, and deeply woven into the very fabric of that child's soul. From the moment life begins, a mother becomes the heartbeat outside the womb, the warmth in the cold, and the voice of comfort in a chaotic world.

To harm a mother is to harm her child-not always in ways that are visible, but in ways that echo through generations. A child is spiritually and emotionally rooted in their mother. You cannot poison the tree and expect the fruit to flourish. If you neglect or dishonor the source, the outcome will bear the weight of that damage.

Anyone who truly loves a child must love and protect the one who carried them, birthed them, and nurtured thembecause the health of that bond affects everything. It's not just about biology. It's about respect, compassion, and understanding the sacred role a mother plays in shaping a life.

To respect mothers is not optional. It is a reflection of love. It is a measure of maturity, And it is a sign of integrity. The way we treat the women who give life speaks volumes about the kind of society we are and the kind of people we choose to be.

A mother does not ask for perfection. She asks for dignity. She asks for support. She asks for understanding. And when she is honored, her children thrivenot just physically, but emotionally, spiritualy, and mentally. So protect the mothers.

Uplift them. Listen to them. Stand beside them. Because when a mother is respected, the child feels secure. When a mother is safe, the child is empowered. And when a mother is loved, generations are healed.

13/10/2025

Nag-iisa ka lang pero ang masasaktan mo madami kaya isipin mong mabuti.