It’s been 5 years since we got together, and for 5 years I’ve been the one picking you up and dropping you off. Whenever you said you were almost there, I’d get ready right away and head to the LRT station. We’ve had countless arguments about how I didn’t see your messages right away because I was driving.
This time, you called me. I answered and you said you were already on the train. Alright, fine. I thought it was already automatic for you to understand, “Ah, he’s getting ready to pick me up.” But no. You called me twice while I was driving. I answered and asked, “Why do you keep calling?” I couldn’t even understand what you were saying because of the background noise. To top it off, I got hit by a reckless motorcycle rider on my way to the station.
When I got there, you were mad, asking why I spoke to you the way I did, why I kept complaining about your calls, and why I didn’t see your messages.
I was in a rush because I thought it was an emergency, but it wasn’t. I talked to you about it, and you said you couldn’t wait 15-30 minutes. Seriously? If you booked a ride on Angkas or Joyride, you’d wait just as long.
We ate before I took you home, but we barely spoke. Nothing. I paid for everything as usual—parking, food, gas—but nothing. All because I didn’t see your message and panicked at your calls. That’s enough for you to get that angry?
Now, I’m not sure. Maybe that was the last time I’ll pick you up. I’m tired. Completely drained—of the effort, time, and money. None of that used to bother me, but your idea of “give and take” seems skewed. I keep giving, and you just keep taking. I’m exhausted from always trying to understand you. Even when I do everything you want, the moment I make one small mistake, you forget all the good I’ve done.
I used to think so highly of you, but now I realize you only ever think of yourself and the things that benefit you. You didn’t even ask if I was okay after I told you I got hit by a motorcycle.
This has to stop. I’m done.
