RIZA PART 5

But then the real problem started showing itself.

I still had no job.

And before I knew it, the year had already turned to 2026.

She was starting to lose trust in me because no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t find something decent.

By then, I had already been living with her for almost half a year, and I still couldn’t contribute anything.

Not because I didn’t want to.

But because even my own family was struggling too.

And slowly, that reality started weighing on us.

We fought more.

There were breakups, then makeups.

Breakups because she was exhausted.

Makeups because some part of her still believed I could find my direction.

And the truth is —

She was never demanding.

She never asked for luxury.

She never expected me to suddenly match what she was earning.

She even told me she’d be happy if I earned at least 20k, as long as it was clean money and it was mine —

something I could build myself from.

Something that would give me my own identity again.

But that work-from-home opportunity I kept chasing still felt so far away.

And every time I looked at her, I could see it.

That silent part of her that was slowly giving up on me.

But she kept trying to hide it.

She still took care of me.

Still made me laugh.

Still showed up for me like nothing was changing.

And I know now that she was trying so hard not to bring up the real reason behind our fights because she didn’t want to offend me.

She didn’t want me to feel small.

There was even a time when she lost one of her clients.

Then, just a week later, she got another job offer almost immediately.

And instead of celebrating it in my face or making me feel worse about where I was in life…

She hugged me.

And she apologized.

She apologized for finding another opportunity so quickly while I was still waiting for one.

Imagine that.

A woman doing better than most people ever will…

apologizing because she didn’t want her success to hurt my pride.

That’s the kind of person she was.

She adjusted to my situation in every possible way.

She bent herself so many times just to make things easier for me.

Until one day…She got tired of bending. 

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