I never thought I'd be caught between being practical and being emotional. It hurts. Deeply. Everytime I think about it, it's like a great big rock on my chest, and somehow it also has a trigger in my tear ducts. It's automatic. I feel the rock. I let go of the tears.
My mom was home from her Palawan visit and asked that she talk to me. She knows how hard I am dealing with whatever I have right now, especially for Andee and Diego's sake. She would want to take Andee and have her continue school in Palawan. She laid all practical cards on the table... while I was dealing with the emotional ones. She has a point. And I, as now the major decision maker for my kids, had to accept the fact. She'll take care of Andee, her schooling, etc... and Diego will be with me while I try to get my life back to pieces.
For two days now, it's been a load just thinking about how I'll be missing her. In a few days, school will be out. Give another month and I have to take her to Palawan. Yes I guess it's for the better. It's for her. And I just had to let go.