My Best Friends' Wedding

No, this is not about Julia Roberts’s hit movie. This is about Eric and Gladys saying they do.

On 24 April 2010, my best friends Gladys and Eric tied the knot at the picturesque Magallanes Church, visible along South Superhighway. Reception was at Blue Leaf in The Fort.

Crazy Me
I was not privy to how the church and venue were chosen. I actually learned bits and snatches about their wedding preparation through Flickr, through photos Eric had posted.

There was a time I seriously thought I would not be invited to the wedding. I also knew I’ve blown my chance to be the maid of honor.

You see, I had been a difficult person starting 2008, when my mother died. I mean, I’m okay most days, not much topak than usual, but when she died, I seemed to have morphed into a monster. I would raise hell on the slightest provocation, sometimes, even without provocation, and without regard for people’s feelings. I waged war with whoever was on the warpath; close relationships were the casualties. Gladys, being my closest girl friend, probably suffered more of these kabaliwan than most.

I fought with her, hurled accusations her way, threw one hurtful word after another. On lucid intervals, I would apologize, only to repeat the pattern the next day. We would not talk for days, and when we did, I would find something bad to say again. There came a point that she was afraid of replying to my text messages for fear that I would become angry again.

Eric to the rescue
For the love of Gladys, Eric told me to just text him whenever I feel like making-kulit or making-away because Gladys has had enough of my crazies and so that we won’t fight anymore. One time, he also asked if I wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol because Gladys cannot be in Quezon City at that time. I would text him late at night or in the wee hours of the morning about mga kaweirduhan. And he didn’t complain, or at least, not to me, haha!

Seriously, these two rescued me from the hell I was digging for myself. It’s a good thing they asked me not to tell stories about them, because then, I would have told everyone how theirs is a love that they did not keep to themselves but one that they shared to others, to me. That I am eternally grateful for the love they have given me, especially during the time I did not deserve anyone’s love. And how, some days, when I’m with them in their CRV, I would rehearse my speech, and how I would become teary-eyed knowing I’m with two people I love, I’m with my family. But then I would have made the speech about me, and that would not have been a good thing.



And so I look at my souvenir photo with Gladys and Eric, and I feel happy, blessed, thankful that after all that they have been through, they are still together. And I know that their love is stronger than any storm, any problem, anything that will come their way.

So here’s to Eric and Gladys – raise your glasses, folks – and here’s to love. ###