
Based on the number of private messages I get from women going through separation from their spouses or significant others, medyo madami-dami din pala tayo. And it’s quite funny for me because yung mga hanash natin parang may template. Lol. Pare-parehas din.
What not many people talk about is the very specific pain of grieving working mothers: who still have to wake up early, pack kids’ baons, mind the house, go to work and act like everything’s fine while their hearts are quietly breaking.
Side kwento: I remember being in my office 3 years ago. My assistant manager was consulting with me about work. Out of nowhere, tears fell from my eyes. As in tuloy, tuloy. Since close naman kami nung collegue ko na yun, she just continued discussing with me and I continued answering her. Akala mo scene sa Maalala Mo Kaya eh. Sobra sakit nung dinadala ko that time but I had to suck it up. I needed my job so I needed to function kahit papaano.
Also, I think y’all will agree with me that it’s not easy to paste a smile on your face while talking to your kids when, to be honest, what you really want to do is maglupasay sa sahig. I tried doing that during the first few years. Smile. Pretend. Be “strong”.
Eh hindi naman bobo anak ko. She could see through it. Kita niya na pilit.
So medyo naiirita ako sa mga know-it-alls na nagsasabi dati na, “Wag mong ipakita sa bata na nalulungkot ka.” As if naman sinasadya ko. As if gusto kong i-dump sa kanya yung problema ko sa buhay. Kaloka din talaga mga tao. Me-mah lang. Umiinit tuloy ulo ko. Lol.
Anyway, there are also the small and sometimes invisible things needed to keep a house running. On a normal, happy day, managing a household is already like you’re in a circus. You’re thinking about what to cook, the leak in the roof, the dog’s diapers, nasaan na naman yung other half ng mga lintek na medyas na ’yan, remembering to pay the bills, making sure the house doesn’t get robbed, tending to the weeds sa garden, and a hundred other tiny things no one notices.
Now imagine doing all of that habang may pinagdadaanan ka. While you’re grieving. While you’re questioning yourself. While stalking your ex online (bakit mukha siyang masaya na?!). While you’re trying not to cry in the bathroom before dinner. While feeling anxious about what the future will look like.
The world doesn’t stop just because dinudurog ang puso mo. The rice still needs cooking. The varsity game still needs attending. The bills still need paying. The trash still needs to be taken out. The hanash of a teenager still needs listening to (whether you feel like it or not). The light bulbs still need replacing (hindi ko ba malaman bakit ang daming bumbilya ng bahay ko). And somehow… you still show up.
You feed the four dogs you didn’t even buy. You plan meals while mentally rotating groceries so walang mapapanis. You check the locks, the leaks, and all the weird noises in the roof and walls. You make sure there are fruits, vegetables and vitamins for everyone. You swallow the anxiety pag kinakapos ka na. You wonder kung may kumakain ba ng hair ties at lagi na lang nauubos.
You keep the house running and you go to your day job while your heart quietly mends in the background.
No one sees these tiny, invisible things. The mental load that never ends. The patience that’s tested with every forgotten homework, every unfinished chore and pag may naririnig ka pa talaga na mga bagay bagay that are not helpful for you. Despite all these, you keep going.
That’s strength. That’s love. That’s survival. And somehow, through it all… you still show up.
We see you, Mommas. God sees you too. Hindi ka Niya papabayaan. Promise Niya yan








