random reels & feels

“Just joined Grass — Join to Earn a Stake in AI! 🚀
Kita tayo lahat sa pag-grow ng kita gamit ang AI.
Gamitin mo ‘to para makasali:
👉 https://app.grass.io/register?referralCode=yzgHjQzXiwspqyp
Let’s grow together! 🌱 ”

Grass: Join to Earn a Stake in AI Grass is the easiest way to participate in the growth of AI. Join NaN+ users being securely rewarded for sharing their internet bandwidth.

"AKO ANG KABIT PERO AKO YUNG MASAYA..."

Ako yung kabit. And honestly? I sleep well at night.

Alam kong mali, pero wala akong pagsisisi.

Yes, may asawa siya. Yes, may anak sila. Pero guess what? Sa tuwing sinasabi niya sakin na “Mas masarap kang kausap kaysa sa misis ko,” para bang ako yung legal.

It started sa office — late nights, sabay kaming nag-oOT. Isang gabi, umuulan, hatid niya ako. Sa kotse, umiiyak siya, sabi niya, “Hindi ko na siya mahal.” I held his hand. Di ko na binitawan simula nun.

Minsan, habang ka-video call siya ng asawa niya, hawak niya kamay ko sa ilalim ng table. I laughed. Kasi ako yung kasama niya, ako yung pinipili niya araw-araw.

He even brought me to Tagaytay for my birthday. Nag-sorry siya kasi hindi siya makatulog sa bahay nila, kaya sinabayan niya ako buong gabi sa hotel.

Alam ko na iniisip ng ibang tao “Wala kang konsensya.” Pero tanong ko lang… kung talagang mahal siya ng asawa niya, bakit niya ako hinanap?

Kung ako ang kabit, eh bakit ako yung may access sa password ng phone niya? Ako yung sinasabihan niyang “Uwi ka na, miss na kita” kahit nasa bahay siya kasama pamilya niya?

Sorry not sorry. Kung wala nang pagmamahal sa loob ng bahay nila, was there really a home to wreck?

(All credits to the owner of this story)

"I still used the house he bought for us. And no, I’m not moving out."

We were together for 8 years. Started from scratch—shared rent, groceries, dreams. Eventually, when he started earning more, he surprised me by buying a house. "For us," he said. I was so proud of him. I felt like we were finally building our future.

But last year, I noticed changes. He was always on his phone. He stopped coming home some nights. He picked fights over the smallest things. Then I found the messages—long, flirtatious threads with a woman named Maya. They'd been together for months.

I confronted him. He cried, said it was a mistake, said he still loved me. I wanted to believe him. Eight years is a lifetime when you’ve built everything together. I gave him another chance.

Two months later, he told me he was leaving. For her. The same woman. I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg. I just went cold. But deep inside, I was wrecked. I couldn't eat for days. I couldn’t sleep. He moved in with her, and I was left in the house he bought.

He told me he'd “sort things out” and give me time to move out. I never did.

Then two months ago, he died. Motorcycle accident. Instant. No goodbye. No nothing.

The funeral was packed. I didn’t go. But his brother called me after. Apparently, my name was still on the property title because he had registered it as “for our future”—even though he’d already walked away from me. Technically, the house is half mine. And since we weren’t married, and there was no will, no one could kick me out.

Maya found out. She messaged me begging for the house. She was pregnant. She had nowhere to go. She said it was what he would have wanted.

I left her on read.

He gave me the house. Just like he gave me eight years of my life and then threw me aside like trash. She got the fairy tale ending—for a few months. I got left behind with scars.

Now I sleep in the bedroom we picked paint for together. I drink coffee in the kitchen where we used to dream about kids. And I’m not moving out. Not for her. Not for guilt. Not for anyone.

He made his choices.
And now, I’m living with the result.

Literally.

"I'm looking for people who are into stories"
LOVE, EXPERIENCE, SPG etc.
FOLLOW my page!!