I’m not really sure how to start this since I have so many random thoughts running through my mind. But I suddenly felt the urge to write about a side of myself.
I’ve always been open about the fact that I’ve been Single Since Birth, and people often ask me, “Why?” Honestly, even I don’t know the exact reason. But since it’s been on my mind a lot lately, I think I’ve finally come to a possible explanation.
I’ve been used to being alone ever since I was a child—literally alone (or something close to it). I don’t have siblings, and I didn’t grow up with cousins, relatives, or even childhood friends. Sure, I had my parents, but my dad was always working to provide for our family, so he wasn’t around much. That left just me and my mom—but we were never really close. She wasn’t the typical mother who did things like making breakfast or helping with schoolwork. Living with her felt more like having a roommate rather than a mom.
From grade school onward, I learned to take care of myself. If I wanted to eat breakfast before school, I had to make it myself. I washed and ironed my own clothes. I had no choice—if I didn’t do those things, I’d have nothing to eat and nothing to wear. My mom certainly wasn’t going to do them for me. And if I didn’t want to start a conflict with her, I just had to accept it. (That’s actually how my dad became my “lawyer”—he always stepped in whenever my mom and I argued, haha!)
I’m not saying any of this out of anger or resentment. I’ve outgrown that phase of my life. I know there’s no such thing as perfect parents, and I’ve come to terms with that. But I find it amusing how people assume I must have been spoiled just because I’m an only child. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
Making friends was difficult too. I changed schools almost every year, so I never had the chance to form solid friendships. At home, I wasn’t allowed to go out, and I had a school service, which meant my entire life revolved around school and home. Being bullied didn’t help either. I had no one to encourage me or offer advice, so I had to navigate everything on my own. Books, magazines, and blogs became my source of guidance and comfort. I became my own best friend, my own Ate, and my own confidant.
And summers? Staycation—every single year. Actually, even now, I haven’t met some of my cousins, and sometimes, it takes 8–10 years before I see certain relatives again. It honestly feels like I live abroad rather than in the same country as them.
I don’t know if you can picture what my life was like, but I’m sure some people would say it sounds boring. I always joke that I’m such a good daughter—though others, including my parents, might disagree because of my mataray and masungit attitude. But I say it because I always did what my parents wanted. I even took the college course they chose for me, without ever voicing what I truly wanted. Now, just thinking about it—writing this all down—makes me feel a little stupid. But I remind myself that I’m still lucky and thankful that my parents at least provided for my basic needs. I’m especially grateful for my dad, who has always been supportive of me. Besides, what’s done is done, and I can’t change the past.
It never even occurred to me to rebel. At the end of the day, I know it’s my life, and I am responsible for how I live it. So, I choose not to dwell on the negative.
Looking back, I think this is why I’ve become so used to being alone. And you can’t really blame me for keeping my distance from people. Normally, thinking about all this would make me cry, but now, I realize it has only made me stronger. It taught me that, in the end, the only person who will always be there for me is me. That’s why I don’t let my guard down easily, and why I have trouble trusting others.
And when guys have confessed their so-called feelings for me or asked to court me, I’ve never really believed them.
If there really is someone out there for me, he’s going to have to prove that I’m worth it—and that he is worth it too. I want to believe that there’s someone for me, and I’m not completely closing my heart because of what I’ve been through. But then, reality hits, and I wonder if maybe I should just accept things as they are and be happy—alone. Haha!