11/04/2025
𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥—𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
Marjorie Barretto said something that shook many of us to the core:
“I was seated at the front row where the mother and the father of the bride should be, and I will not say sorry for that. I raised my child singlehandedly. I was there with her. I deserved that seat.”
And she’s right. That seat wasn’t given—it was earned.
Through long nights, silent tears, and quiet strength.
Through sacrifices no one saw. Through battles you fought alone.
She wasn’t just a mother.
She was the provider, the protector, the comforter, the disciplinarian—the safe place.
She showed up on the good days. But more importantly, she showed up on the days that nearly broke her.
“Dennis is not asking for the relationship to be fixed but for attention. Sino nanakit sa’yo?” she said.
Because sometimes, the loudest ones are not the most wounded—just the most used to being heard.
But pain? Real pain often whispers. And hers was steady. Strong. Silent.
She didn’t owe anyone an explanation, but she gave one—with grace and love.
And then came the reminder that made many single moms tear up:
“You can raise good children on your own. Be proud.”
Because being a single parent doesn’t mean broken—it means brave.
It means showing up even when you’re tired, loving even when your heart is weary, and never giving up even when you're all alone.
And for every single woman still choosing…
Marjorie said it best:
“If there are red flags already, leave. Because one day, that man could be the father of your children.”
Don’t ignore what doesn’t feel right. Your peace—and your future child’s peace—matter too.
So to the ones who stayed when it got hard…
Who kept going without applause…
Who gave their all without asking for credit…
That front row seat? It’s yours.
You don’t have to explain.
You don’t have to shrink.
You earned it—with every quiet sacrifice.
You deserve to be seen.
