I got married at 24. I had my first child when I was 25. I was pregnant with my second at 26. Shortly after my son was born, I was on my own. My husband had decided he wanted out of the marriage and that was it, end of chapter. Suddenly I was a single mom of two toddlers.
I was lucky. This happened while I was still young and not dependent on my “other half” for my financial needs. Though I had suffered a blow, it was my ego that hurt more because the fairytale I had woven for myself fell apart and I discovered I didn’t live in the land of happily ever after.
I was determined to make it.
I told myself I was strong and did my best to pull myself together. I had no choice because there were two lives depending on me. I could be sad later.
My rock and support
Though I was the breadwinner and sole source of income of my little family of three, I was not completely alone. I had the support of my parents, my siblings and my barkada—true friends who stayed with me through all the tough times.
Stretching resources
There was little money for extras. Eating out was a rare treat reserved for birthdays. Maswerte ako na hindi palahingi ang mga bata (I’m lucky my kids aren’t demanding). Kahit spaghetti at cake lang, it was already a birthday party.
Did I want more? Of course! I wish I could have bought my dream home and dream car, and all those luxuries and material things girls hope to have. I would have loved to have the fairytale ending.
- Originally published in AngPinoy on Feb 3, 2020.