Today my mother announced that she finally wants to move to Davao, for good.

Now I know that this statement is aching for a giant YEAH RIGHT! remark. But hearing her reasons, I thought that this lady is serious! Yes, her reasons were viable but two points bothered me. It bothered me that she said that she wanted to give us our freedom and that it was time for us to be responsible.

I told her, in the most composed tone I could muster, that I never felt that I never had any freedom before. I also reminded her that I was responsible enough to help pull this family from the ground when my father died. Hearing those statements from her, I really felt that she still has resentments towards me. That there is still something under the surface. I am not surprised I guess, since I am not ready to let go of my resentments myself. I guess the rift is too deep to be healed so soon.

I gave my approval on the condition that she will get the proper referrals from her doctors.

I secretly wished that the distance will help us heal, once and for all.

Well, basically the break-up was never official. So after the long talk last Monday we decided not to let go of this beautiful thing happening. It’s the first time I got an apology + explanation from a partner… ever. I have always been the first one to apologize.

I can never have a relationship that would be based on money, not anymore.

That is the line that I draw for the quest for love. This boundary is what prevents me now from moving forward with the relationship. At the end of the day, a man should draw the line and stand on it… whatever it takes.

Break-ups are hard, but survivable, especially for the learned heart.