The Day I Got My Life Back!

The 13th of November. It's now been a year since THAT day. A day that used to be a full of misery and pain for me. The day my ex broke up with me.

looking back. . .

It was about 7 at night back then. I got on my bike and rode off to a 3 km journey to my ex's house. She didn't answer my calls nor replied to my txts. So I decided to pay her a little visit. Ignoring my mom telling that it's already late. My curfew back then was still at 6 pm. ( If not involved with some school activities.) I took a shortcut through Putol into Multinational Village.
On the way, my mind speculated on why she wouldn't answer my calls. We were on an unofficial coof -off at that time. She was the one who insisted that we have a cool-off. - for a some reason that I now forgotten why.

When I arrived at the corner of the street where her house was at, I saw her older sister. I asked her where she was and she told me that Jhen( my ex) was at home. She seemed kinda trouble or sort of reluctant in her answer. I proceeded to go to her house when I came across Jhen on the street that leads to her house. She was with this guy. He was about 5' 9 in height, moreno, medium build but kinda muscular. I asked her who he was and she told me that it was her cousin's bf and she was just seeing him off. But I had this feeling that she was lying. So I placed my arm across her shoulders and asked the guy...

" Girlfriend mo ba ito? ".

I was ready to ram my bike into him and pound him if his answer was yes. He said no, but I noticed what would look like a sarcastic "look" in his face.
So I asked my gf why she was not answering my calls. She said all sorts of lies and reasons why. Unfortunately, I bought it - every damn single one of it.

After being convinced she told me to go home already. It was already late and she still have lots to do. So I kissed her good bye, at that guy's presence, and went on my way.

When I got home, I recalled what happened and felt that something was really wrong. So I called and flooded her cellfone with txt nonstop until she finally had enough and answered it. She was really really pissed off and told me EVERYTHING. - that the guy was really her new bf, and they had a deal that if ever he and I would ever cross paths, he would deny that they were having an affair. In short, the bitch was two-timing me.

After revealing all that, she told me that we were done, over. She broke up with me. - over the damn fone. With this unexplainable feeling of shock and pain, I took off to her house again at 9 in the evening. The 30 minute ride to her house felt like a hundred years. I felt all sorts of things and had all sorts of thoughts in my head all at the same time.

When I got to her house, I found her lying on their living room watching tv. I called her out to talk. I asked her if we were really breaking up and if she really loves the guy.
The really stupid thing I regret doing was asking her if we could do something about it, if we really had to break up. - whenever I think of this, I really end up punching the wall and hurting myself. It was a really fucking stupid shameful thing to say. I threw away my fucking pride just for a girl like her.

So for the last time, I kissed her - another thing I really reget, and set for home. On my way, I felt mixed emotions. With tears in my eyes and a smile on my face, I looked up the night sky, and said to myself: " The fighting is over ". ( We had fights and other break-ups in the past)

I was sad because I loved her.
I was angry because she betrayed me.
yet,
I was relieved and happy that finally, it's over.

No more pain. And no more future that is doomed to have had full of regrets, betreyal and a hell lot of suffering with her.
How could I say that we could have had a future together? Well, that's because her family really likes me. Her ate even made me a godfather of her daughter. Jhen was the youngest in her family,btw.

She was about to turn 18, while I just only turned 16.

And I admit, while we were still together, we already made plans to have a family.
We agreed that I would marry her when I turn 22 and she 24.
That we will have 2 kids, that we will have our own home and that sort of stuff.

I guess looking back at it now, it's really sort of awkward because we were still really young. And I know that she is not the kind of girl that I wanna wake up with every morning of my life.

When we were still together, my life was going down the drain. It was in chaos.
And spending my life with her would have been like throwing away my life in the trash.

I thank God for rescuing me from her, from a life with her.
That time, I was praying a lot to God, to help me graduate. And she was one of the reasons why I was failing. I was so hung up to her. So I really think that God was the one who guided me to visit her that night, He guided everything that happened, so that I could meet the guy. So I could carry on with my life and be able to do great things. A life with her would have really sucked. A life not worth living, a life with no accomplishments.

So thank you, God! (",)