I lied. I cheated. I played a victim. _ Tatanggapin niya pa rin naman ako kahit anong pagkakamali ko, patatawarin kahit anong kasalanan ko, at tatanggapin kahit ilang beses akong umalis.That's what I thought, until one day he handed me a divorce papers. I didn't care, because I thought he was playing hard-to-get, to get my attention. But later when I realized that he is serious about letting me go, I am minutes late before the car leaves.***I begged. I cried. And tasted my downfall. _ Pinanood ko siyang unti-unting umaangat kasabay ng mabilis kong pagbagsak. I thought my life was over, but he came back, dismissive of his true intention — I accepted him with open arms. With a new mindset, nangako na hinding-hindi na uulitin pa ang mga pagkakamali ko, at mananatiling nasa tabi niya hangga't nabubuhay ako bilang kabayaran ng mga kasalanan ko. _ But then... he changed. He is not the man I once loved and married. He didn't come back because of love, but for his revenge. *** He cheated. He lied. And let me taste my own medicine with a double dosage. _ Sobrang sakit pala. Maraming tanong na walang kasagutan, maraming hinala na madalas tumatama, at maraming iyak na wala ng pagsidlan pa.Pero bakit nananatili pa rin ako? Because I believed I deserved it, ako ang nauna kaya wala akong karapatang mag-reklamo at bumitaw. Tinanggap niya ako kahit na sobrang dami kong pagkakamali noon, kaya tatanggapin ko rin siya kahit na madurog at maubos ako. Akala ko madali lang gawin ‘yon, but I was wrong. I found myself crying and sleepless because of the trauma and endless pain.May chance pa ba ang pagsasamang alam naming sa umpisa palang ay niloloko nalang namin ang aming mga sarili? May chance pa bang magbago ang taong minsan nang nasaktan at pinili nalang ding manakit? Do we really deserve what we tolerate?