Frenzied weekend

Walking and driving all across Makati, Malate and Mandaluyong despite the heavy downpour.

Yep – that was how I spent my weekend.

Either I was out in the streets looking for The Place or I was lying in bed hoping that the next day, I would be able to find it.

I am stressing over that right now – add to that the fight I had with The Boyfriend and his dramatic exit last Saturday. Things between us were resolved the same night, but things just got worse the following day.

The Boyfriend headed for the beach with the family, to celebrate Mother’s Day and his Dad’s birthday. Upon going home, one of the cars in the convoy accidentally bumped into a 6-year old kid.

The Boyfriend had to spend his whole Sunday watching over the kid in the hospital. Until this morning, the kid was in critical condition.

I asked if the family wanted to sue them. No, the family has no means of doing that. Instead, the father of the kid was overheard saying that if his kid dies, he would also kill someone from the driver’s family. Life begets life. How’s that as a mantra? I never knew we were still living in a barbaric age!

This morning, The Boyfriend is still not himself. He was still shaken since he brought the little boy to the hospital. He saw all the blood and gore.

So that leaves me fussing over the house-hunt all by myself.

I hope things get better.