I never dreamed of raising a blended family.
I grew up following traditional Southeast Asian customs. I was raised in a Catholic family, and I went to a private, all girls, Catholic school. My parents were married for 33 years before my father passed away.
Although I have not lived in my home country for close to 20 years; everything I have been taught – its customs, traditions, and beliefs were deeply embedded in my self.
Growing up, we were taught that women were supposed to serve their husbands, their children, their household. If a woman found themselves in a marriage that was less than ideal, they had to suck it up and keep trying. Giving up was not an option.
It all happened so fast. I blinked, and I found myself married with two children. It didn’t matter how unhappy I was. I grew up in the Philippines and was married under Philippine law. Apart from The Vatician, the Philippines is the only other country where divorce is not recognised.
I suffered unimaginable emotional turmoil at the hands of my culture. While no one knew of what I was feeling; the anguish stemmed from my own beliefs.
So I carried on like a robot. I did what I thought I had to do.
And then one day… I met my true partner. For the first time in 11 years, I felt something. I felt many things.
I began to accept my feelings. I began to love and respect myself. I began to yearn for a second chance. I didn’t know what I was going to do; but I knew that if I didn’t do anything… that nothing would change.
I knew that if I didn’t do anything… that nothing would change.
Today, I live with my true partner, Wayne. Together, we are working in love to raise my two daughters, Nicole and Noelle; and our little Reagle (Rottweiler x Beagle), Evie ♥
Through this blog, I will share with you our honest experiences – from how it all began, the true highs, and the real lows. It is my hope that you, my friend, will gain something from it and you will never allow yourself to be unhappy again.