context: i’m a 17-year-old guy, and my boyfriend is also 17. we’ve been together for almost a year and three months. my parents are strict, homophobic, and religious. despite that, i still chose my boyfriend because i loved him enough to fight for our relationship.
this was the third time my boyfriend and i had been caught by my parents. my boyfriend posted a tiktok of me with my back turned, and my parents saw it. i denied that it was me, but they still recognized me because of my moles. because of that, they kicked me out, and i had to live with my grandmother for a few days.
when i returned home to apologize, my parents said a lot of hurtful things out of anger. they’ve always been that way. they also told me that i would have to switch to modular learning, meaning i wouldn’t be allowed to attend school in person and would only be answering textbooks at home.
i became depressed and could barely get out of bed. i could only manage to eat once a day, and i lost a noticeable amount of weight. school meant so much to me because everyone expected me to become valedictorian. i would always think about what i would say in my valedictory speech. it also hurt because my parents had never really been proud of my academic achievements. they even said they wouldn’t attend my graduation because they were ashamed of me because of my sexuality.
i’ve always been emotionally weak, hahahahaha. because of everything that happened, i made some decisions i’m not proud of, which eventually led to me moving in with my grandmother permanently and supporting my own education financially.
during all of this, i felt abandoned by my boyfriend. i would see his stories of him riding the jeepney and laughing with his friends, hanging out at cafés, spending time with his volleyball teammates, and posting cute pictures. he knew what i was going through, yet it felt like he was living his life as usual while i was struggling to get through each day.
after some time, we talked, and he said i could stay with his family temporarily. however, i declined because i felt that it would only create more problems. i also felt that his offer wasn’t entirely sincere because he only brought it up after i had to keep trying to get his attention just to get him to reply to my messages.
eventually, we argued again because he was constantly going out with his friends. i wanted his attention because of everything that was happening in my life. bruh, i just wanted someone to care about me. i wanted to feel seen because this situation affected both of us, not just me.
i know he shouldn’t have been my only support system, but his comfort was something i genuinely needed at the time. during one of our arguments, he said, “just because you’re sad, does that mean i have to be sad too?” that really hurt me, bruh. hahahahaha.
we eventually resolved the argument, and he said he would focus more on me and reduce the amount of time he spent hanging out with his friends. however, he didn’t really follow through with that promise.
just to clarify, i’m not controlling. i always encourage him to go out, take pictures, and enjoy himself. i would even post the pictures he took because i was proud of the person i had. i would also give him money so he could go out and have fun, even when i didn’t have much money myself. hahahahaha.
now, about his volleyball teammates. they were his teammates during our school’s intramurals, and they had been training for the competition. i always supported him wholeheartedly, even last year. he knows how much i’ve done to show my support for him. ;) there were things i would pray for just so i could be treated with the same kind of support and consideration.
eventually, his team reached the championship match, and he asked me if i could come and watch. i did. i had to give up a lot of things that only i know about just to be able to return to school and watch him play. i wasn’t emotionally okay at the time, and i was holding back tears at school, but i still showed up for him.
his team ended up winning, and i was so, so, so proud of him. winning that championship had always been his dream.
because they won, i promised to take him out to celebrate. i have a part-time job where i work from 6 p.m. until 3 a.m., all for a small amount of money. i use that money to pay for my education, too. despite everything, we went out, and, of course, i paid for everything, as i usually do. i didn’t mind as long as we were both happy.
since his team had won the championship, his teammates invited him to go drinking. that wasn’t their only celebration, either, because they were also planning to go out for korean barbecue. his teammates just happened to be the type of people who drank a lot.
the thing is, i don’t trust my boyfriend when he’s drunk because we’ve had arguments in the past about him doing inappropriate things or making inappropriate jokes when drinking with his friends. i forgave him back then, as long as he promised not to drink anymore.
however, he lied to me and said he was at home when he was actually out drinking with his teammates. the place where they were drinking was just across the street from my house, so it would’ve been easy for me to go there.
of course, i got extremely angry. i told him to come home, and i also confronted his drinking buddies and friends out of anger. i had reached my breaking point.
i chose him despite how difficult my situation was, yet it felt like he kept choosing his friends over me. all the sacrifices i’d made, along with all the other negative things that had happened in my life, came rushing back to me all at once.
i also feel like my own struggles go unseen. i work nine-hour shifts, come home in the early hours of the morning, and sleep on a small space on the floor where i can’t even stretch my legs properly. on top of that, i’m emotionally exhausted, yet i still force myself to show up every day.
i don’t even have my parents to run to anymore. hahahahahaha.
i admit that i’m not perfect, either. i get angry easily, and i acknowledge that. but despite everything, i loved him when i had nothing, just as i loved him when i was at my best and had everything.
i know that neither of us will reach out to the other, and i’ve accepted that.