{"id":17101,"date":"2026-07-07T10:05:36","date_gmt":"2026-07-07T10:05:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readingmydairy.com\/?p=17101"},"modified":"2026-07-07T10:05:36","modified_gmt":"2026-07-07T10:05:36","slug":"they-drain-my-fridge-week-after-week-then-i-was-called-selfish-i-just-smiled-and-said-im-just-going-to-my-moms-house-ten-days-later-they-were-in-a-state","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readingmydairy.com\/?p=17101","title":{"rendered":"They Drain My Fridge Week After Week, Then I Was Called Selfish\u2014I Just Smiled And Said, \u201cI\u2019m Just Going To My Mom\u2019s House.\u201d Ten days later, they were in a state of disarray."},"content":{"rendered":"
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Some people don\u2019t actually hurt you directly, but they slowly consume you.<\/span><\/h1>\n<\/header>\n
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Not a scream. Not in the slap. Not in plain oppression.<\/p>\n

But by taking it over and over again, by ignoring it, and by making you feel that in your own home, you are the guest.<\/p>\n

My name is Nina Reyes. I have been married to Paolo de Leon for 3 years.<\/p>\n

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And for nearly two years, at three o\u2019clock in the afternoon every Sunday, at exactly the same time, our doorbell rang as if the whole clan had an alarm.<\/p>\n

I knew immediately who it was.<\/p>\n

I wipe my hand off the apron and open the door.<\/p>\n

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And as expected, there was Karen, Paolo\u2019s youngest sister, carrying three empty eco bags. Behind her, once her husband, Dennis, once their daughter Miko, seven years old, but most of the time\u2014she was just enough to empty half the house.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you ready?\u201d she asked with a smile, but didn\u2019t wait for an answer.<\/p>\n

He went straight into the kitchen.<\/p>\n

In the living room, my mother-in-law, Aling Cora, sat leaning on the sofa watching a noontime replay even though it was late in the afternoon. When you see Karen, you think it\u2019s a party.<\/p>\n

\u201cSon, you have arrived! \u201cCome on, I\u2019ve got something for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once upon a time, it was money. Once upon a time there was a biscuit. At one point, I decided to buy something else from my house.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll go back to the sink, wash the dishes, as I hear the sound of the fridge opening and closing.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t have to look back.<\/p>\n

Alam ko na ang eksena.<\/p>\n

This is the yogurt that I bought for my husband and I at the office.
\nThis is the salmon that has been caught.
\nThis is a box of dumplings I made on Saturday.
\nThe grapes, strawberries, butter, cheese, bacon, even leftover dishes that can be eaten for dinner.<\/p>\n

All of this goes into the eco bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cYogurt is so good,\u201d I could hear from behind me. \u201cMiko loves it. In just three days, it was too late.\u201d<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

I was just stacking the dishes on the dish rack like I wasn\u2019t hearing anything.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, it\u2019s a fresh turkey. Come on, I\u2019ll take it. I don\u2019t have time to go shopping tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seems like a simple favor. It just seems natural. It felt like it was part of everyone\u2019s routine\u2014except me.<\/p>\n

When I walked out of the kitchen, I could see the fridge almost empty. Three bags, full of them. All that\u2019s left is a bottle of soy sauce, half an onion, and a little ice in the freezer.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, let\u2019s go,\u201d Karen said as if she had delivered a gift.<\/p>\n

And my mother-in-law, with a smile, will escort her to the door.<\/p>\n

When they leave, I\u2019ll be the one to clean up the biscuit crumbs on the floor. I\u2019m going to fix the glasses they used. I\u2019m also wondering what I\u2019m going to feed my husband when he gets home.<\/p>\n

At first, I was silent.<\/p>\n

Sabi ko sa sarili ko, baka minsan lang.<\/p>\n

Once upon a time, it became a week. Week after week, it became normal. At the same time, I felt like I had a responsibility in their eyes.<\/p>\n

When Paolo came home and opened the fridge, he just glanced for a moment and then closed it immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs there anything else to eat?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. Karen took it back.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stopped. About two seconds. And then that face\u2014the one you know you\u2019re missing but doesn\u2019t want to make a scene\u2014comes back to his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet it go. I\u2019m just going to buy it out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLast week was the chicken. A week ago, I had beef chops. And now it\u2019s all about fruit and vegetables.\u201d<\/p>\n

I said calmly, even though my heart was pounding.
\n\u201cThis happens every week, Paul. What is left of us?\u201d<\/p>\n

He sat on the bed that night and couldn\u2019t look me straight.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlam mo namang medyo gipit sila,\u201d sabi niya. \u201cTsaka sabi ni Mama, pamilya naman.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pamilia.<\/p>\n

I smiled at the time, but it was bitter.<\/p>\n

By the time Karen got married, her parents had given her nearly \u20b1300,000. Complete with appliances and cash gifts. When Paolo and I were given only \u20b115,000 and were told \u201csave money, it\u2019s just a new beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

I never confessed that.<\/p>\n

But now, every Sunday, I feel like they\u2019re slowly taking away from me the right to be called the housewife of this house.<\/p>\n

Once upon a time there was food. Once upon a time, it was used.<\/p>\n

Is this the silk scarf my mom gave me on my birthday? I saw Karen at a family lunch.<\/p>\n

Is this the special tea set I brought from my house? You have squinted his eyes several times.<\/p>\n

And the worst part is, it\u2019s not getting them.<\/p>\n

Paolo\u2019s silence was unmistakable.<\/p>\n

He seemed to want peace even though I was the one who was slowly being crushed.<\/p>\n

One Friday, while I was at the grocery store, Which Cora called.<\/p>\n

\u201cKaren is coming tomorrow. \u201cYou have to buy the big ones that you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s imported if it\u2019s imported. And add some grapes. It\u2019s been a long time coming.\u201d<\/p>\n

That doesn\u2019t seem like a plea. It\u2019s like a command.<\/p>\n

I looked at my cart\u2014milk, eggs, bread, detergent, some fruit, and frozen goods for another work-weary week.<\/p>\n

\u201cCige po,\u201d sagot ko.<\/p>\n

To be honest, what I got was the \u201cbest of the bunch.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next day, Karen arrived alone.<\/p>\n

He opened the fridge and immediately frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh? This is a different brand. Is there anything bigger?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOut of stock,\u201d I said, not looking back.<\/p>\n

He still took it.<\/p>\n

Along with whoops, fruit, a meat spread I made last night, two trays of eggs, and half a pound of chicken breast that I plan to marinate for Monday.<\/p>\n

Before he left, he looked at the tea set in the cabinet.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, I\u2019m going to make you a cup of tea, okay?\u201d I had a visit on Tuesday. I\u2019ll be back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

It was a gift from my mom on my 3rd birthday.<\/p>\n

\u201cHindi pwede.\u201d<\/p>\n

He sounded incredulous. \u201cHuh? It\u2019s just a matter of borrowing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHindi pwede.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, her smile hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrabe ka naman. Tea set lang.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTea set with \u2018yon.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer anymore. He slammed the door shut as he left.<\/p>\n

As soon as she got home, she started in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

\u201cDuman Si Karen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA lot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBa\u2019t daw ang sungit mo?\u201d<\/p>\n

I was on the stove at the time, boiling water, but with that question, I felt like the steam I was cooking was heavy.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wanted to make my mother\u2019s tea. I didn\u2019t agree.\u201d<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when his face changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that all? Come on, little things, you\u2019re going to get? We are a family here!\u201d<\/p>\n

I slowly turned off the stove.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was my mother\u2019s gift.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to be more generous. Aren\u2019t you ashamed to call Karen a sister?\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

Because I know that no matter what I say, I\u2019m still going to be the one to come out selfish.<\/p>\n

That night, Paolo came home exhausted. He asked me if I had a fight with my mother.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a fight,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m just full.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet it go. My mom just wanted to make sure the community was safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTogether,\u201d I laughed softly. \u201cPaolo, when did you defend me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tahimik siya.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen did you tell your brother that it was right?\u201d That this is not a grocery. Isn\u2019t that your family\u2019s property?\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t look at me.<\/p>\n

After dinner, he spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cNext time, I\u2019m just going to turn up the fridge. To get more out of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when I was completely silent.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t see the problem.<\/p>\n

He just wanted to increase the scope of abuse.<\/p>\n

The next day, it was Sunday again.<\/p>\n

At 2:00 p.m., I left the house. I sat in the little park around the corner and watched the kids ride their bikes as I read my own thoughts over and over again.<\/p>\n

Alas-tres, nag-message si Karen.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, aren\u2019t you here? Mom opened it. I\u2019m just going to get a concussion.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hindi ako nag-reply.<\/p>\n

When I got home at 4:00 a.m., the fridge was almost empty.<\/p>\n

And on the couch, Sister Cora calmly said, \u201cI told her to take it, so it wouldn\u2019t break.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when I closed the fridge door slowly.<\/p>\n

I looked in her cold mirror, then at my mother-in-law as if she had just been nothing.<\/p>\n

Then I went straight to the room.<\/p>\n

I grabbed the suitcase under the bed.<\/p>\n

At that moment, my phone rang. A message from Paolo from his out-of-town work trip.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Sunday again. Karen was there. \u201cI\u2019m going to put some ice cream in the fridge when I get back.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hand tightened on the zipper of the suitcase.<\/p>\n

I know that this time there will be no more dumplings.<\/p>\n

Kundi how.<\/p>\n

part2\u2026<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t immediately get a kick out of what I was doing.<\/p>\n

I was just at the door of the cabinet when I heard his voice coming from the living room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you dragging on?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSuitcase po.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked out of the room and stopped when she saw me putting my clothes inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cBa\u2019t ka nag-eempake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUuwi muna ako kina Mama.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it just because of the cold?\u201d his voice rose quickly, as if I had been the one with the sword.<\/p>\n

I stopped and looked at him.<\/p>\n

I gave it to him for three years. For 3 years I ate every word I wanted to say. But at that moment, I felt the weight of my chest suddenly clear.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not because of the cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd bakit?\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed the drawer and went straight ahead.<\/p>\n

\u201cI realized that I don\u2019t belong here. I am a Cook. Cleaner. Fridge filler. It was Paolo\u2019s brother\u2019s favorite. But when I\u2019m tired, I\u2019m the one who\u2019s tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, his jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say a lot. We are all in this family looking forward to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d he said softly. \u201cEvery time you ask me something, you tell me to understand. At one point, I couldn\u2019t remember anyone understanding me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer right away.<\/p>\n

I dropped the last pouch into the suitcase and closed it.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s probably a good thing. At the end of the day, you always say \u201cfamily.\u201d You don\u2019t have to be here as a family.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAno bang drama mo? Uuwi ka lang din naman.\u201d<\/p>\n

This Is Your Tree.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. I am going back to my mother\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t wait for his response.<\/p>\n

I walked out of the house with a suitcase, a handbag, and a silence I hadn\u2019t felt in three years.<\/p>\n

When I got to my mom\u2019s house, she just looked me in the face and didn\u2019t ask much questions.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

Iyon lang.<\/p>\n

That was the only question that almost brought tears to my eyes.<\/p>\n

Because of that house, there was nothing to explain to rest.<\/p>\n

That night, Paolo called.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean by what your mother said? Are you leaving?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you come home all of a sudden?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all of a sudden, Paul. It\u2019s been a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

On the other end of the line, I heard his deep sigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we have a good conversation when I get back?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been wanting to have a good conversation for three years.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was silent.<\/p>\n

I thought that was the end of it. But it\u2019s not.<\/p>\n

The real trouble started three days later.<\/p>\n

Cora was the first to call.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s the monthly groceries?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s in the kitchen drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWala rite.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt may have been moved.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs there a water supply list?\u201d Do you want to pay for the internet? \u201cWhy doesn\u2019t anyone know how to use a washing machine?\u201d<\/p>\n

I listened silently.<\/p>\n

At home, I did all the work. I\u2019m the one who builds the grocery list, I pay the bills online, I handle the delivery, I fix the menu every week, I do the meat slicing and marinating so there\u2019s something easy to cook.<\/p>\n

They thought that a good house would appear naturally.<\/p>\n

Hindi shovel.<\/p>\n

The next day, Karen arrived.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, do you have the extra key to the cabinet?\u201d \u201cMom couldn\u2019t open the teapot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s in the fridge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWala.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt may have been moved.\u201d<\/p>\n

He sighed. \u201cMom, can you explain to me how to use the air fryer?\u201d We\u2019re going to have to fight here because the fish fillet is burning.\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes for a moment.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve only been away for three days, and it feels like all the \u201ceasy stuff\u201d that no one used to notice has suddenly fallen apart.<\/p>\n

On the sixth day, Paolo called as he was returning home from a trip.<\/p>\n

When I opened the video call, he looked very tired.<\/p>\n

Behind me, I was in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

Magulo.<\/p>\n

There were open cabinets, an unwashed pot, and on the table, two paper bags of takeout.<\/p>\n

\u201cNin\u2026\u201d He said softly. \u201cCan we talk?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYear na naman \u2018yon?\u201d<\/p>\n

He took a deep breath. \u201cI was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t expecting that.<\/p>\n

Not from a man who always chooses to remain silent.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I got home,\u201d he said, \u201cI couldn\u2019t find anything. I don\u2019t know when the power will go out. I didn\u2019t know you were all in charge. Even my mother didn\u2019t know what to do. Karen, who has brought the container twice but neither of the eggs, has been able to get any more because the fridge doesn\u2019t fill up on its own.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n

For the first time, he had no defense. He didn\u2019t have a \u201clet it go.\u201d He didn\u2019t have a \u201cfamily.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you know that they have been here for 10 days?\u201d he added. \u201cAnd yesterday, Mom and Karen got into a fight because Mom said she was the one who was going to pay for the house. And then Karen replied that it was like you were the one who bought everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed softly, but it wasn\u2019t fun.<\/p>\n

It felt like something bitter was just coming out of my throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd now?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow\u2026 I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t answer right away.<\/p>\n

Because the truth is, it\u2019s not enough to understand if respect has been broken for a long time.<\/p>\n

\u201cPaolo,\u201d I said at last, \u201cI didn\u2019t leave the house for food. I left because no one was going to defend me. \u201cI\u2019ve done my best to make sure that no one is harmed by your family.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlam ko.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Now you never know. At the time, you chose not to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kitang-kita ko ang sakit sa mukha niya.<\/p>\n

And for the first time, I didn\u2019t back down because I felt sorry for myself.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you what I need,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cFirst of all, your brother should stop going there as if he had a right over everyone in the house. Second, your mom, she needs to understand that it\u2019s not a good call to take something that\u2019s not hers. Thirdly, if I were to come back, I wouldn\u2019t be a free assistant.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded instantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cGagawin ko.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve fulfilled my promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot anymore.\u201d Her voice was almost shrill. \u201cI\u2019ve talked to Karen. She was furious, but I said she wouldn\u2019t take anything from the house without notice. And Mom\u2026 It hurts, but I told you you were my wife. You should be my priority.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was so bite on the lip.<\/p>\n

I waited too long to believe it.<\/p>\n

So I didn\u2019t go home right away.<\/p>\n

I stayed for 4 days.<\/p>\n

Over the course of those four days, Paolo was the one who called repeatedly. Not to force me. It\u2019s not meant to be dramatic. But to keep me updated.<\/p>\n

That he grocerated with his own list.
\nHe learned how to use the washing machine.
\nThat he locked the side cabinet where my personal belongings were kept.
\nThat he talked to Sister Cora in detail about the boundaries.
\nFor the first time in her life, Karen walked away with a frown on her face.<\/p>\n

On the 10th day, he went to his mother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t go up right away.<\/p>\n

She just stood outside, holding a paper bag of my favorite hopia and a small notebook.<\/p>\n

When he entered the room, he was visibly nervous.<\/p>\n

He handed me the notebook.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, \u2018that?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cList,\u201d he said. \u201cEverything I\u2019ve never seen before.\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened it.<\/p>\n

It was written down one by one, the things that I had done at home. Groceries every Friday. Meal prep every Saturday. Bills every 25th. Freezer inventory. Mother\u2019s Vitamins. This is one of Miko\u2019s favorite snacks that I bought as well. There is also a schedule for water supply and gas replacement.<\/p>\n

At the end of the list, there is a line of handwriting that is a bit sloppy.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd in all of that, I forgot to watch the guy who did everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t stop being stunned.<\/p>\n

Not because I forgave him right away.<\/p>\n

But for the first time, someone admitted to the weight that I had been carrying for years alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t force you to go home,\u201d he said softly. \u201cBut I want to start right again. Not as a man who avoids trouble. But as a husband who knows how to choose the right one, even when someone is angry.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a long silence.<\/p>\n

From the kitchen, I heard my mother making tea. Tea that was never lent to others because he knew there were things that shouldn\u2019t be taken away, even if family was asking for it.<\/p>\n

I looked over at Paolo.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I come back,\u201d I said, \u201cthere are things that can\u2019t go back to the way they were.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf someone takes it back without a notice\u2014even if it\u2019s your brother\u2014you\u2019re the one to speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd when I\u2019m the one who gets hurt, it\u2019s not enough to \u2018let it go.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cNot really.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two days later, I went home.<\/p>\n

Not to be martyred again.<\/p>\n

Not to endure again.<\/p>\n

But to try to build our home in a respectful way.<\/p>\n

When I entered the house, the living room was clean. The kitchen was tidy. The fridge was empty\u2014not stupid, but enough. And on the door of the fridge, there was a little note in Paolo\u2019s handwriting:<\/p>\n

\u201cFor our home. Not for anyone who takes it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed softly.<\/p>\n

From the room, Cora came out. She didn\u2019t speak right away. It was as if she was struggling to swallow her pride.<\/p>\n

\u201cNina,\u201d he said at last, \u201cI\u2019ve made some stew. You might want to try it.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s simple. There\u2019s no \u201csorry.\u201d There\u2019s no drama.<\/p>\n

But I know that for someone like him, that\u2019s the closest thing to admitting.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t give him any pain either.<\/p>\n

\u201cCige po.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not all wounds need to be stitched up right away. For some, the wound just needs to be healed.<\/p>\n

A few weeks later, Karen passed by.<\/p>\n

Wala siyang eco bag.<\/p>\n

He was just at the door with a loaf of bread for Cora. He didn\u2019t go straight to the kitchen. He didn\u2019t open the fridge anymore. And when he looked at the tea set in the cabinet, he quickly averted his gaze as well.<\/p>\n

There are some people who know how to be respectful\u2014when someone finally teaches them the boundaries.<\/p>\n

And me?<\/p>\n

Now, every Sunday at 3 o\u2019clock, when the doorbell rings, I don\u2019t have to worry anymore.<\/p>\n

Because I knew that, finally, I would never be lost in my own home.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, loving your family doesn\u2019t mean letting yourself be consumed. True care is respectful, borderline, and taking a stand. When you don\u2019t stand up for yourself, some people will think you can always be taken for granted. But when you learn to stand up for yourself, that\u2019s when others start to learn how to treat you right.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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