I’m not in good mood today. I’m unreasonably jealous of Miel’s past girlfriends. I’m unreasonably jealous whenever he’s talking with someone else. I dunno. It must be my hormones. He assured me that he loves me very much; that we’re already on our wedding preparation.
I remember when I was still not yet in love with him, he was just another date. Now that I’m falling for him each day, I feel so confused. I love him but I want to shield myself from the pains of jealousy.
PV (ex-bf) learned about my wedding engagement. I’m sure he has learned about it from his cousin who’s still very much in touch with me. I confirmed it to him through YM. He’s using a different YM ID every time he talks with me. He says that he can’t afford his girlfriend to discover that he’s still communicating with me. Why the worry? It was she who grabbed PV away from me. She offended me. It was not me who offended her, in the first place.
Ex-bf was negative about my wedding plans. He said that Miel could just be giving me false hopes and promises. I told him that our chapter has long ended when he left me. I told him that now I understand why he had to leave; he was never serious on me anyway. He was defensive. He told me that he was really serious but when he had to make a choice between me and his family, he chose the latter. He chose his family over me even if there was no need of him to do so.
I waited for one year for him to come back. I loved him very much. Much to my surprise, nobody seemed to patch things up for me and him. It was either they knew how much PV wanted to end our relationship or they thought that it was none of their business to meddle, anyway.
Note: This is a soon-to-be-convert’s personal experience on the joys, hardships and challenges of leaving her old faith for her new faith. This is my journey, I’m not here for a religious debate.
I was a Catholic all my life. I was an obedient Catholic until first year college. I wouldn’t classify myself as a devoted one though. Yes, I believed in the One-God-Three Persons teaching, I was a Marian devotee, our family celebrated fiesta, I attended processions, I commemorated the Holy Week, I celebrated All Saint’s Day, All Soul’s Day and Christmas and last but not the least, I loved puto’t dinuguan!
Miel made me aware that his religion’s view regarding these matters are the exact opposite from my religion. He made me aware about all of these things before he asked me to observe.
It was June 23 when I first saw the interior of the Iglesia Ni Cristo church. I was trembling at the start; afraid and at the same time excited. I was afraid of offending the Catholics because there I was, in the area of the group with their religious faith that was different from ours. I was also excited because that was my first time to get inside the Iglesia. I saw how devoted Miel was for his panata.
I wouldn’t go beyond the details of how the INC church looks inside. I am not sure if the kapatiran is open to that.
“I could die now,” Miel whispered in my ear.
His voice was soft and low. I looked at him in disbelief. How could he wish to die when we are just starting to create our future together?
“If I would die today, it’s okay. At least I’ll die with gladness because of my greatest achievement that is you,” he said.
I asked him to stop talking about death; that he’s too young to die at 26. For the first time, I felt that I could not live my life without him anymore. I’ve fallen for him. I don’t want to lose him.
If I am his greatest achievement in life, then he is the one who made my life complete. I’ve never been happier in my life than now.
Dear Miel,
Meeting a person like you is a blessing. You taught me how to live my life in accordance with the law of God. You taught me how to be simple, more appreciative of life and more loving. I thought that in all those years that I was in the dark, I lost track of my spirituality.
It is true that I never liked you at the start. I thought that our differences in beliefs, social standing, age and religion would be a big hassle for our budding friendship. I thought that we were not serious with each other. I thought that our attraction was just physical.
I told you that I usually have a week-long relationship after my traumatic failed relationship with PV. Who would ever think that we would go this far? Eight weeks or two months is a record! I didn’t feel like I’ve been with you for two months now. I enjoy every moment with you. I dream of having a future with you. I must admit that I am falling for you each day.
You love me very much and I treasure it. I treasure you. I love you. Happy two months, honey!
Your forever,
Honey
I had a short yet entertaining chat with Lou yesterday. She’s getting married to her Czech fiance’ on Friday, August 8. Coincidentally, that day is my ex-bf’s birthday, too. That day is also the day that we dreamed of having Christopher, our supposed future baby.
Friends and acquaintances who knew about Miel sent me their congratulatory greetings. Is it because I finally found Mr. Right or is it because they are relieved to know that I’m finally done with ex-bf? I have a similar experience with Lou regarding our ex-bf’s. It seems to me that both of us were taken for granted by our ex. I don’t mean to sound like the victim here. It’s just the truth. That was what happened.
Parang movie ni John Lloyd at Bea, ah! In my case, Miel met me at my worst while I loved my ex-bf at my best but he chose to break my heart.
Let me first tell you that I am not a regular visitor at the mall. Malling is the farthest thing that I’ll do when bored. So,yes, maybe I’m one of those naïve mall-goers who is an easy prey for determined sales agent.
This incident happened in SM-North EDSA last week. A neatly-dressed guy approached me and my friend and asked me if I have a credit card. I said yes and he replied that because of that, I’m entitled for one scratch-card coupon and one free movie ticket. He said that I could win a computer set or an N-70 cellphone. Being a thrill-seeker that I am, I tried. The neatly-dressed guy brought us to their office at the 4th floor. (We took the elevator, still unsuspicious of the real game behind this.)
He introduced me to a woman who must be their receptionist. The receptionist got my full name and birthday. I was informed that there would be a 45-minute presentation. Worried about how my friend would react to her 45-minute waiting time for me, I swayed her to join me in the presentation. So, just like me, she was given a scratch-card coupon minus the free movie ticket.(The neatly-dressed guy forgot to give her the free movie ticket.)
Truth was, I was thinking of leaving the presentation once I get bored but to my surprise, it was just a one-on-one presentation where a sales agent presents their product. (So, that made it difficult for me to leave the presentation.)My friend had another sales agent and she was seated two tables away from me. That made it very strategic for them to capitalize on their sales talking.
The sales agent lectured about financial investments, asked about my dreams and aspirations in life and let me fill up a form which I believe is an application form. She was very enthusiastic and sympathetic and I noticed that every time we agree upon something, she would shake my hand. I was offered coffee. It was like a normal business meeting. At this point, I was still trusting.
In the middle of our discussion, she asked me if I have any idea on where our discussion is heading to. I told her that since she’s mentioning finances most of the time, then it must be a pension plan or an insurance plan. She said that their product is better than an insurance plan or a pension plan because it’s a trust fund.
I asked her how to invest on their trust fund and to summarize, here’s how it is.
She asked me to go with her in a small room with a credit card swiping machine. I sensed that something was not right. I reasoned out that my credit card has no funds and I went out of the swiping room. She persuaded me to still swipe my credit card. Perhaps, she was thinking that I still have funds in my credit card. She was right. I was just making an alibi.
I told her that at that point, I am undecided. Her supervisor joined us in the discussion. The two of them seemed to gang up on me to sway me. I was firm in my decision not to pursue the application.
The supervisor seemed to blame me for the failed deal. I told her that I appreciate their presentation and asked for a reschedule for the payment. The supervisor said that that is not possible because it’s just a one-time promo. She said that the moment I get out of the room with a failed application, I could no longer qualify for another one. I challenged her and cited a hypothetical situation wherein my mother, brother or father would apply and make me as their beneficiary. She told me that that is not possible because a client with a declined application cannot be anyone else’s beneficiary.
It was already 9 PM then and I frankly yet politely told them that the 45-minute presentation ate my traveling time already that is why I have to leave. She gave up on me. Unfortunately, my friend was convinced by her sales agent and it was too late for me to warn her.(I saw her being escorted in the swiping room by two sales agent.)
She swiped her credit card for the 7,000 opening account. I waited for another 45 minutes for her to finish her application. When we were heading home, she asked me why my application was declined, as what the other agents told her. I corrected that it was me who firmly decided not to pursue the application. She was very disappointed and she thought that she was harassed and pressured to open an account with Berkley. I promised her that we’ll try to fix her concerns the following day. (That’s another story.)
The World of Second Chances 