Why do I keep expecting people to leave?
Like, my parents were OFW since I was little. They’d call every Sunday, send money, but I grew up with my lola. I didn’t blame them — they were working hard, I get it. But now I’m 27, in this relationship with someone who actually stays, who checks on me… and I still wait for the other shoe to drop. We’ve been together a year. He’s never given me a reason to doubt him. But when he doesn’t reply in a few hours? My brain goes straight to “he’s done.” When he talks about future plans, I shut down. Not because I don’t care — I do, super much — but because it feels like loving him is risking getting left again. Last week he said, 'You act like I’m already gone.' And I didn’t know what to say. I don’t want to be like this. But I don’t know how to stop bracing for loss. Ganun ba? Is it really that obvious? How do you trust someone to stay when everyone who loved you had to leave?