RIZA PART 1
I met someone who was already self-made and self-sufficient in life.
Someone earning at least six digits a month, while I was still struggling just to survive.
But beyond all that, she was carrying so much trauma.
She had mental health struggles because of her ex-husband — someone who abused her mentally, physically, and financially for three years.
She fought her way out of that.
She got herself medicated.
She attended therapy.
She slowly rebuilt her self-worth from the ground up.
And somewhere in the middle of rebuilding herself…
She met me.
At my lowest point, too.
I had just come from a failed 6-year relationship where I was the provider the entire time, only to walk away with nothing but debts and regrets.
I was still trying to put myself back together when she swiped right on me on a dating app.
Honestly, I never thought it would turn into something serious.
Her caliber of thought felt so advanced compared to mine. She was older than me by two years, already in law school, and carried herself with this kind of depth that made me feel like I was always trying to catch up.
Then, after a few late-night phone calls, she told me the lawyer she worked for in Alabang asked her to run some errands in Batangas.
She asked if I wanted to come.
She said she wasn’t fond of traveling alone.
She made it clear it wasn’t a date.
Just an official business trip.
All expenses paid.
Even with all my worries and hesitation, I said yes.
And somehow…
That trip became the start of something new.
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