To HER, who doesn’t understand all my life choices,
But has the grace to count to 10 before unleashing her opinions.
Who thinks that the relationship I am in is “too independent”,
but is coming to terms with the idea that my partner may never become a formal “husband”,
and is consoled that “at least there is a person who will bother to look for my body if I go missing on one of my solo trips”.
With much love and gratitude, Happy Mother’s Day!
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And To THEM, the actual embodiment of a “Too Independent” relationship,
who have proven that you CAN thrive together with separate interests, separate schedules, separate bathrooms;
who are celebrating independently today (one in Bataan, one in Manila) and might be happier for it;
who have discussed “You can be buried in Bataan if you want, I’ll be buried in Manila. Anyway, til death do us part,”
and who validate that the further apart the legs, the more stable the stance.
With much love and awe, Happy Anniversary, Parentals!