The theme of my womanhood in 2016 was, and continues to be, "disliking my evolution." And it's anchored on my feeling of alienation from the "me" that my husband liked in the late 90s. And how the new woman-mom, I feel, has not been able to cope with the hyper-development of my former boyfriend.
I am threatened by the nagging feeling that I am no longer the interesting, angst-ridden, opinionated, well-read, news junkie, who had a lot of things to say about politics and feminism.
I don't know how or why, but I've always felt that it's my brand of crazy that caught his fancy. I try, and try, and try. But I really don't feel any special connection with the stock market, or backpacking in Europe, or reading the news (anymore). Ang hirap magpa-charming. Tapos ang dami dami ko pang character flaws.
So everyday I am just thankful that I, would love to think, have not yet been replaced. I know, that's such an anti-women thing to say but it's how I really feel. I am so blessed to have married the love of my life. Huwag lang sanang ma-bore sa akin nang bonggang bongga habang kinakapa ko pa kung paano mahalin itong matander na version ko.
Happy 8th, my love. Pramis, maliligo na ako lagi kahit walang pasok para di ako amoy kabiguan.