Who am I without him after 12 years?
We got married when I was 23. I dropped my job after a year because lola said it’s better for the family if I stay home. Now we’re separated and I don’t even know what I like anymore. Foods, movies, even how I dress—it’s all ‘what would he want?’ on loop. Sometimes I catch myself mimicking his laugh. Ganun ba? Like, who the hell am I? I used to paint. Now I just scroll and cry at commercials. Yes po, he said that when we fought—he needed space but still expected me to cook his bulalo every Sunday. It’s like that naman eh, you just… keep going. But now that he’s gone, I feel nothing. Or maybe I feel everything and don’t know how to sort it. My mom keeps asking if we’ll reconcile. Tita says I should just move on, but how do you move on when you don’t know where you start and he ends? I look at my hands and wonder if they even belong to me. 💔