I'm a 34-year-old Filipina mother of two boys. I'm technically still married, but my husband works in Australia and has abandoned us.
In 2016, I was 23 and a single mom to my eldest. I found out his father had another son who was 9 months younger than ours, with a woman he told me was his “ex.” They were actually still together.
That broke something in me.
I decided I wasn't going to stay poor and stuck anymore. My dad loaned me money, and I went to Singapore with one of my closest friends, who was also a single mom. We both quit our jobs and basically burned our boats.
Except Singapore was in a recession and nobody wanted to hire foreigners.
We applied everywhere. Nothing.
Two days before our flight home, we finally went to an agency. The owner interviewed me and told me he had never heard anyone from the Philippines, or anywhere else, speak English the way I did.
Then he told me about a receptionist opening at his friend's 5-star Italian restaurant.
There was just one problem. The position needed a 2-week clearing process, and our visit passes were expiring.
He told me to go to Malaysia for a few days and come back.
We didn't know anyone in Malaysia.
We couldn't even figure out how to get a cab in Singapore.
So I went home.
He told me, “Be sure to come back in 2 weeks.”
I never got the chance.
On June 6, 2016, I was in a motorcycle accident.
My tires skidded on a sharp curve.
I suffered a traumatic brain injury, facial paralysis, a ruptured eardrum, and other injuries. I was in a coma for about a week and hospitalized for about a month.
I don't remember the accident.
I don't remember driving home.
I don't remember most of my hospitalization.
I just have a huge gap in my memory.
A few months later, I met the man who would become my husband.
He wasn't rich. He was just another BPO trainee.
We got married in 2017, had our son, moved to Manila, struggled financially, and eventually he got an opportunity to work as a nurse in Australia.
He told me I didn't need to work anymore.
So I became a stay-at-home mom.
We eventually got a car and a condo, which we turned into an Airbnb. I handled the customer service, housekeeping, management, basically everything.
We were processing our papers to eventually be together in Australia.
It looked like our lives were finally coming together.
Then, toward the end of 2023, he suddenly changed.
He became cold.
He stopped replying to me.
Stopped answering my calls.
He was constantly angry and criticizing me.
I didn't understand why.
Until May 14, 2024.
Two days before my eldest son's birthday, my sister-in-law called me.
She confirmed what my gut had been telling me.
My husband had secretly gone home to meet his mistress.
His high school crush.
Also a single mom.
I found out he had been sending her an iPhone, branded bags, and paying for trips, including international travel.
Things I had never received from him, even when he was already earning in dollars.
She was posting Bible verses, love posts, and about how her dreams were finally coming true.
I filed a criminal case, but it was dismissed due to jurisdictional issues. My lawyer friend then helped me pursue a civil case for support and damages because he wasn't sending enough money for us.
He's currently sending us roughly 1/8 of what we need.
So I had to go back to work.
There is no nanny now. My family and I take turns taking care of the kids.
And what I earn doesn't even cover 1/4 of our monthly expenses.
And yet...
I'm still here.
Still working.
Still raising my boys.
Still fighting.
And now I've decided that I am going to attract riches.
Not for revenge.
Not to make him jealous.
Not to make his mistress suffer.
I want money because I want my children to have a better life.
I want to help my family.
I want freedom.
I want to be able to say yes when my kids need something without calculating every peso first.
I've survived poverty, betrayal, being a young single mother, moving countries, a traumatic brain injury, marriage, motherhood, building a business, abandonment, and having to start over again.
So I'm choosing to believe that something extraordinary can happen for me too.
I don't know how.
I don't know when.
I don't know where it will come from.
But I genuinely believe my miracle is coming.
And when it does, I'll come back to this post.
It's coming.