Pinay's Pie

Chapter One : Modern Day Break-ups are Digital

"I need a manfriend not a boyfriend. I am tired of babysitting you." I typed rapidly on a private message on Plurk. I couldn't believe it. I was actually breaking up with a guy, an official break-up with an official boyfriend. I never did it because I always basked in the "victim" limelight men after men left her because of their own reasons.

"I can't breathe." Ian's reply made her roll her eyes in disgust. His defense mechanism was always to use pity and guilt as a means to an end. Well, this was the end alright. The end of her months of having to deal with his childishness, petty whims and baby talk. A twenty-year old man who baby talks is worse than a guy with a two inch dick. Which was not much of an improvement since Ian was not gifted in that department was well.

"What do you want me to do? Breathe for you? They're your lungs. Inhale and exhale." I closed the window so that I wouldn't be tempted to lash at him again. Everyone thought that they would get back together. He didn't even want to accept her decision. But I's cold-hearted when it came to break-ups. Men have come and gone and still I didn't care if they broke up with her. But when I said it's over, it was definitely over. Shift+Delete. That was how things are for her.

Pinaywriter changed her relationship status from in a relationship to single <3

My friend were startled of my status change. They had witnessed, liked and gussed over the I love you's that I tagged Ian on. And for once, they thought that Pinay, their commitmentphobe friend was actually going to tuck in one corner and settle into coupledom. I thought so too. But boy, was I wrong.

Here's the thing. I met Ian when I was really gearing up for love. I think most of you know the feeling. I was going through my routine five-year get over that loser who cheated and lied to you moments when Andy, my last ex threw a bomb at me over YM.

“There is something that I didn't tell you.” there couldn't possibly be anything that Andy didn't tell her. She knew him from head to toe. And she had loved him even if she found out he was married and had a kid. She went against everything that her mother had taught her. Who needs a moral compass when you have love on your side, right.

WRONG.

“What is it?” she didn't know how to feel exactly. Her Catholic school education and Batanguena upbringing was kicking in. all the bells were blaring. But yet again, she didn't mind. He was smilling his handsome Robin Padilla smile and he really looked great even if the web camera was sub par. This was the man whom she thought she had lost just because her stupid telecom network sim kept eating fifteen pesos of her load a day. He called her and talked about her to everyone who cared to listen. She was the one who got away, wasn't she? Wasn't he coming back to leave his wife and be with him? They were going to run away together, weren't they?

“I have two kids...actually.” there it was. It seems unusual that she would feel like all the air in the computer shop was getting sucked out and she was slowly but surely suffocating. It was a dingy place to begin with. Maybe she was just feeling her usual claustrophobia. It wasn't a big deal. She just read that wrong. He didn't actually say he had two kids, right? One was the reason why he married her, wasn't it? Didn't she admire him for doing that because he didn't want to leave his first born son a bastard? He did mention that they never lived together and that he didn't love her anymore, right? So how in all the years, four years take or leave a few days or months, that she had know and accepted that he was married and had ONE kid did he not tell her that he actually had TWO?