Through the years, my husband and I have spent countless ups and downs. First, we were married at a very young age; my hubby was 23 while I was 20. It was tough for us since those were the years that we should have started living life for ourselves and not tied down. As we journey together in our first years together, we find ourselves fighting very often. We have so many differences that we were not able to see it when we were still single.
Because we were fighting always, the years have grown cold between us. So when October 2004 came, we entered the dark years of our marriage. These were the years that we have declared separation from each other and started living the life individually. We lived life investing on hate and grudge against each other. It was the year when darkness covered our minds and lived like hell. For me, it was the time of my life that I wanted to be happy for myself but I couldn’t. I was wasting life.
As faithful as God is, he made his way through us. On my 27th birthday, I muttered a simple prayer to Him. I asked God to show me a sign if there is still hope for my marriage. Amazingly, later that afternoon I received a text message from my husband. It was a birthday greeting. After reading the text, my heart felt that there was hope.
Then on the next month, August 2006, my husband and I started communicating again. We decided to get back together. So on September 1, 2006, my husband arrived in Bacolod. It was a very awkward moment for us knowing that we spent two years separated. Aside from that, there were many consequences that came about from the wrong decisions we made. It was hard for us…very hard that sometimes we thought that our decision to get back together was wrong. So again, we fought as if all hell broke loose!
On November 2007, our third child died inside my womb. It happened so fast that we ended up blaming each other all the more. We faced our marriage life with bitter hurts and unforgiving past. He resorted to drinking while self-pitied as I engulfed myself with our tragic past. Because of this, I decided quits again on June 2008. I went back to our hometown together with my children but still I felt incomplete. I felt that we haven’t done our best yet to work out our marriage.
So on October 2008, I went back alone to my husband. I observed how he is. So, on November 2007, my son and I finally settled back with him. Then I got pregnant when 2009 entered. On March 2009, we went and fetch our daughter, we went back to Bacolod together and hoping that this time we will have a better life together as I have observed when I visited last October 2008 but I was wrong. While I was pregnant, he drank all the more and left us alone in our house. There were days that he is out more than 30 hours and goes home with no remorse. He was like this until I decided to leave him again last July 2009 but he said that we should not give up. He will try to change and he asks me to be patient. So, he went with us as we transferred to our new place.
Now we have three beautiful children and he still drinks. There are times that he couldn’t find his way home. He is still the imperfect person I married that has no sign of remorse every time he did me wrong but says “I am sorry” when I am asleep. He is still the same man who plays DOTA at night after dinner and goes out to drink when he wants too. He is still the same. He is my husband and I love him so…till eternity and beyond.
“We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else for us to find.” I am glad I found the other one inside my husband.
Today marks our 10th Year Anniversary and I am happy that we were able to reach this point after all these years. Thank God for the wonderful years together and counting!!