getting better

history 101: i never had problems getting along with the ex's mother-father-brother-sister-how-do-you-brush-your-teeth a.k.a FAMILY. in fact, up to now, i still get in touch with the mother - i more fondly call nanay. i got along well, in fact, i felt really accepted and loved and wanted from the first time we met up to this moment. the father is a seaman and is super maboka and funny man.

with the current: the mother is a-ok, equally welcoming and heart-warming as the ex's mother and i feel like i've known her for the longest time. the father? is a seaman and is currently home for a couple of months. i was certain i didn't want to meet him. thanks to the current's (na itatago ko sa pangalang mikey) not-so-positive feedback about him.

i was afraid to meet him for the first time 3 weeks ago. i was terrified that i might be rejected and unwanted. whoever wants to feel rejected? i asked, "pwede bang wag ko na lang sya i-meet?" i felt i just might cry of humiliation if i were shown even a tiny hint of rejection or i-don't-want-you-looks. and he said, "out of the question"... yeah i know. i had to meet him. really, really had to meet him.

so for 3 consecutive weekends, i was meeting with the parents (particularly with the father). here are some signs things are getting better... from good, that is. :)

weekend 1: i felt there was a high level of ilang factor. i was addressed indirectly, as if speaking with me, but statements were coursed via the mother and the son... he couldn't call me by name... hahaha! as in he was referring to me as "ano". super funny. i wasn't offended but i felt equally ilang. i think i understand where he's coming from - having to meet his only son's girlfriend for the first time. no sour faces though. which was really good... more of ilang lang siguro and shy.

weekend 2: getting a little at ease... he called me catherine. full name. the only times i'm called catherine: a. job interview, b. business matters at work, c. the newest addition to the list - when meeting the bf's father for the first time. haha! nick names could come later. i didn't remember if we had a direct conversation, but things were definitely more comfortable this time around. now, i have a name. i'm not "ano" anymore.

weekend 3: hey, he spoke with me! for a couple of times! and i'm positive he addressed those statements to me directly! nice. and he called me cat! now, that's what i call super heart-warming...

i wanted to make pingot mikey for scaring me about this whole meet-my-dad-thing. he's not stern as i thought he might be. in fact i think he's really nice. i'm not the maboka and ma p.r. type, but i slowly manage to be in good terms with the dad - who's someone like me too, i guess... not too much of the talkies type... but not rude. i'm not certain what things run through his head, but i'd rather not know. for now, i'm contented with the positive signals he's showing me. after all, the son says, "like ka nya". and that's all i need to hear and know. :)