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That was the first night I thought about leaving. Enter Jamie. Not a lover—not yet. Jamie is my best friend from college. She runs a small bookshop in Quezon City and has never apologized for taking up space. She is plus-sized, loud, opinionated, and married to a woman named Dina who paints murals of anitos (ancestral spirits). They have been together for nine years.

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But diaries don’t lie. Six months in, I wrote: “Matteo forgets my birthday but remembers his ex’s dog’s name. Why do I shrink myself to fit his attention span?” By year two, the romantic storyline curdled. He hated that I earned more than him. Not openly—he was too polite for that. Instead, he made jokes. “Ah, the breadwinner woman. Very modern.” When I got promoted, he didn’t celebrate. He bought himself a new watch. That was the first night I thought about leaving

My diary knows the truth before I do: I have never been good at soft landings. Three years ago, I met Matteo at a coworking space in BGC. He was Australian-Filipino, half, with the kind of smile that apologizes for existing. A software architect. He wore linen shirts and quoted Murakami during awkward silences. I fell for it—not for him, but for the idea of him. The idea that someone could see my late-night deadlines, my mother’s constant “kelan ka mag-aasawa?” (when will you get married?), and my habit of over-salted adobo, and still call me “enough.” Jamie is my best friend from college

But the real fracture came when I found the messages. Not another woman—worse. A group chat with his expat friends where he called Filipinas “practical” and said our relationships were “good ROI if you play the long game.” ROI. Return on investment. He was talking about me.

— Rebecka M. Santos Las Piñas, Philippines October 2024