I never felt so abuse in my entire life until last night, after a fight that sprang from his insensitivity. It was probably the only fight I had with him where I saw myself totally unable to grab reason to justify my disgust.

I tried to shot back but perhaps it was the intensity of the unexecpected fight that silenced me. Or was it because of the tiring out-of-town trip during the day that paralyzed the system? Or there could be other more reasons why I opted to edit the self. Whatever it is, I am not sure.

I felt the coldness of the ground seep through the makeshift bed as I pressed my tired body against its softness and tried to search for comfort. My back on him, it was a torture listening to his kilometric tirades against my belief (or the lack of it) and some people I know.

My weak one-liners succumbed to his tart remarks which later went levels higher when I refused to surrender to his calls for reconciliation. For how can I possibly just forget everything he has told me when I am still burning with anger? All I wanted was enough time for me to process the self and allow the night to simmer me down.

But all the more this angered him, something that further exposed his insensitivity.

"Ang OA mo. Daig mo pa ang babae!!! Sobrang OA mo!!! Kaya nga hindi ako nag-girlfriend kasi ang aarte ng babae!" he said as he got up of bed, turned on the lights and picked up his pants and keys. "Nasan ang shirt ko?"

Frozen, I remained silent.

"Tigilan mo na ang kaartehan mo ha? Hindi ka babae! Bakla ka!" he said before he walked out the door.