Lest I be distracted, I best be straight to some of the points that I've wanted to make. I broke up with Boogie 2 months ago today. It's been my constant reality but I suppose actually moving back home cemented the fact. I'm very happy where I am now. I suppose my only regret is that I had to hurt him to get to where I am.
So much has happened lately. Breaking up, moving on, death in the family, and moving out. It's been a week and a day since my grandmother passed away. I do not find it odd that I have not shed a single tear over it. Grandmother and I weren't exactly on the best of terms a lot of the time. All my cousins cried saying that no matter what had happened she was still our grandmother and that if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here.
That does have some truth to it, I suppose. Does that mean I should have let her get away with what she's done? The act of giving birth to my father gave her license to muck around with everyone's lives? I suppose I could be called 'walang utang na loob' but to be quite frank, I earned everything I was ever 'given'.
Wherever you are grandmother, I hope you have a grand time watching everything you've 'accomplished'.
This is the only time I'm ever going to write about you.
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On a happier note, I know we spent most of the day talking but I miss you already. :)
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