Pelagio "Gino" Cuison as the EX

A true to life excerpt from the life of Anna Angeles detailing her experience with former Aquilan boyfriend, Pelagio 'Gino' Cuison, Ateneo Law School batch 2006. Now a practicing attorney, Gino Cuison is but an example of the best Aquila has to offer! Boss Gino WE ARE PROUD OF YOU!

THE EX
from annaangeles24.multiply.com (Dec. 23, 2006)

I’ve never been one to air my dirty linen in public, but this one time I think I will speak up, especially after how my squatter ex actually bragged about cussing me out to other people. Hay. Okay let’s get this over with. One ,I left you becoz you weren’t the one. It was that simple. We’re 28 for crying out loud. Why weren’t you the one? It was largely because of family. Get this shit through your head ,I will not, do not want, to be saddled with supporting your family forever. Eh tangina eh. Makes me evil? Makes me materialistic? Or just makes me human? Screw that. You are expected to support them, of course, once you become a lawyer.

And my own mom told me ,you know how hard it is to start out, as a married couple, tas your income is divided between your own family and your inlaws? I explained that. Thoroughly. That means I’m the shit, not the girl for you, some other girl may take that, some other girl may be ready for that sacrifice ,but not me. Especially since I don’t think I love you enough for it. Why? Because you’re stressful to live with. Because I’m like the sponge to all your galit in the world. And the nerve to yak like that about me ,you want sumbatan? Fine.

Just this once, I’ll make patol all your stupid tirades and witch hunts. Dude, my baon I had to divide between the two of us, what I earn is what we spend when we go out, in over a year I spent for everything between the two of us, even your books, your Xerox, your godamn Scotch becoz you thought you were too precious for beer, even every single measly date or movie, and not once did I complain becoz I thought you were worth it. And amidst all that sacrificing, I had to tiptoe on egg shells so as not to trample on that all mighty pathetic little ego of yours. And amidst all that, I was supposed to have done this and done that just because your brods saw this and saw that. I dole out money for you for almost two years, my mother gave you tuition money, and I’d still have it in my black black heart to do that? Get real and get over yourself. I got tired of being the sponge, I got tired of the set up, I didn’t want to be with you. That was that.

And let it be known, when you made me ligaw way back in 1^st year, me and Tutti had, like, broken up barely 3 days, and you swooped in. Tutti found out, he got mad, he got hurt, he scurried to Rockwell to fight for it, but (big mistake) I chose you. But not once did Tutti make me mura. That’s called breeding. I think it takes a certain family, certain yagbols to handle that. And you did exactly that -- what you’ve been raging like some hissy girl about ,you made singit. Sounds familiar? But not once did Tutti retaliate in that pathetic little manner of yours. You’re worse than a girl ,go crawl back under your talipapa you faker. And to think you owe me more than he ever did, and to think Tutti and I go further back and were together much longer than we ever were. Tangina ang bading mo, hiding behind your frat. Our break-up? Anong love. It was need. You just didn’t want one more bad thing to happen to your life. I stood by you through every single thing, every hitch, all the darkest hours, poverty, the misery, and all your angry raging and ranting about the unfairness of life and how shitty it has been for you. Do you even remember how I’d have to take you out for lunch becoz you’d hate eating at home becoz chicken nanaman what they serve? Something that simple dude, you’d blow your top. Hello! Wala nang pagkain and pera you complain pa dahil chicken nanaman. Things like that! Just kept piling and piling up, and heck, I got tired. Just plain tired. And yoko na. And you kept yakking na, cguro you just want a kargado boyfriend noh. Nah! Why should I? I have money, remember. And punyeta, it was never about the money, otherwise I would’ve dumped you way sooner ,the minute you lost your car. Oh, speaking of which? Recall how you made bangga mine and my parents had to pay for the 20k for my alarm becoz you couldn’t afford it? Pinagaral ka ng nanay ko, putangina mo, and just look away when you see her becoz she knows exactly what you stooped down to just to make yourself feel na you were “lamang” in this breakup.

Don’t you ever make sumbat to me about not being there ,I don’t give one fuck about your past ranting and raving, smashing me to any brod who’d listen, becoz dude, I just don’t care enough ,I gave my all and between the two of us, I don’t owe you jack shit. Not one quip or complaint you’d hear from me about you, your status, our life before to anyone, not a sis, not anyone, even when you got all clingy and nasty after the breakup, not once did I flaunt it or talk about it, until now, and only now. The buck stops here. Oh and the pathetic pa-friendly attempts at my sisses? Sige go ahead, knock yourself out, befriend them all. Just make sure one of them gives you a ride home ha? I’ve never been afraid of what other people would think, and I’ll do what I damn well please, and I will be friends with who the fuck I wanna hang out with, and screw your fragile little ego. Kaya utang na loob ha, don’t even go there. With the way you turned out to be, I was right after all ,it’s a good thing I walked away.