End of the Line

End of the Line

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Most of the time, I blame myself for being born a girl. In this patriarchal society where men should be dominant, and women should be submissive, it is indeed difficult to breathe. As I reached maturity, I have come to realize that being born a girl has a lot of guts to take and dignity to swallow. I allow my tatay to torment me, ridicule me, and let his kainuman to harass me. I tried to protect myself, but because I live in a patriarchal society, it's no use - I should be submissive. But there's this guy who saved me from my wretched life. When I needed him, he was always there, always ready to make me happy considering the emotional pain my tatay brought me. He's my best friend, my first crush, my knight-in-shining-armor, my savior, and my most favorite person. Little did we know that it was our love for each other that would destroy us both. They say that love is worth taking the risk. So after years of searching for myself, I met this wonderful guy. The past still haunts me, but he helps me forget it, little by little. Still, there are secrets I dare not to share, not because I don't trust him, but because he's going to hurt me if he knows it, just like what tatay did to me. Most of the time, I blame myself for being born a girl. But all of the time, I blame myself for making the wrong decisions. I should not submit myself to men because I am a strong woman. I should fight for my right; I should not let others ruin me, nor am I going to let them break me. Should I? Then he came back, begging for forgiveness, begging for a fresh start. I still make the wrong decisions, and I'm afraid he might end up resenting me if I chose to give him a fresh start. So what have I done? I've abandoned him. This ought to be the end of the line, isn't it? Book cover photo from: Pinterest. (ctto)
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Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.

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