Thanking Saint Patrick

My aunt, who is in Europe called me two days ago and informed me of their plans for St. Patrick’s Day. She made mention of events that they are looking forward on the 17th and I’m pretty sure they are going to enjoy it. Our clan is very much known for our deep dedication to our religion and along with that is our enthusiasm to commemorate special occasions such as the feast of Saint Patrick; which is why I clearly understand why my aunt bothered to make a phone call only to inform me of her affairs and if I was interested to fly in and join them. Unfortunately, there is a lot of work to do here and I can’t leave it knowing that it might disrupt business activities. I’m needed here and I must stay. Hopefully, next year I can spend time with friends and family because I already had the opportunity of witnessing this event for many years since I was young.

I find religious practices very enlightening and it plays a vital role in one’s personal development. Having faith in almost what I do is the least I can do to survive different trials in my life and I am just thankful that I am blessed. This coming Saint Patrick’s Day, I will be spending a moment of silence to be thankful for all the blessings, for the presence of family and friends, for the wonderful life I have been provided of, and for the struggles that kept me strong all these years.

But for now, I have to work. For now I have to attend to my responsibilities. For now I will face my life like always because I cannot miss a day like Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the days when I am able to remember the traces of my footsteps. By knowing where I started and where it has put me today is a gesture of gratefulness.

The Aftermath

We finally talked.I guess it's as patched up as it could be at the moment. We're struggling and I am trying to make time and perhaps, find balance in my life. I'm thinking about getting a VA. Maybe. For now I'm trying to find a way to manage all the things I have to do myself. He says maybe too.

Bang. There goes the Bomb

I can rant about how it ticked me off for days, nonstop. It irks me to think that he had the guts to do that on my sister’s wedding day. I’m not going to mention names because that might get me in trouble but this blog, this will be my outlet. This will do for a sanity pill, rather than I succumb to the things that are going through my head at a very alarming speed.

He is such a scum. Wait. Before you put me off as “that crazy woman who could not stop ranting”, let me tell you the whole story: for my defense.

It was my sister’s wedding. Yes. She is younger than I am; quite younger in fact. But I am a woman who enjoys my freedom and I believe not rushing into marriage. If I did rush, see what kind of guy I would have wed? We’ve been together for years. Believe it or not, we used to be fun and life was very exciting but like most relationships, when the flame had gone down, our passion and energy went along with it. However, we stuck with each other with a relatively comfortable ease that came from knowing each other for a long time. We were friends long before we dated.

I thought I knew him and I thought he knew me. In all the years we’ve been together, I had always bragged about how good we were together: we understood and respected each other. Or so I thought.

So there I was in my pink dress with the stiletto heels with the dangling diamonds on the strap, and looking very pretty and feeling very awesome. And he goes, “I don’t think I’d want to marry her. She’s all caught up in her own little world.” Bang. There goes the bomb. I had to physically exert effort to stop myself from hitting him. Sure. I am a busy woman. I have my work, my friends, and my family; my work and more of my work.

What can I say? I am a hard-working woman. I love the rush it gives me when I close a very good deal. It gives me a high nothing else could surpass. Sure, for the past months, it has been my work consuming much of my time or as he said when I confronted him, all of my time. He exaggerates well. I admit, his puppy dog look still has that calming effect on me. I admit, I love him to a fault. I still gush like a crazy love struck teenager when he does something out-of-the-blue and I find it very sweet.

But what he said? Boy, did he hit a very big nerve. I don’t know if we are ever going to survive this most recent drama. He even suggested getting a virtual assistance so that I might be able to “spare him my time.” His told me his friend has one and he’s damn into it. He said that they hang out more now and that the guy was able to watch the latest boxing match with whomever he wanted.
I don’t know. Perhaps he meant it as a joke but like I said, he touched a very big nerve. But that virtual assistance idea might not be so bad. If I do get one and it actually works out, maybe I’ll forgive him… again… for the fifty thousandth time.