u/Soft_Supermarket_672

hi guys, i just wanted to ask for some advice because i feel like my savings have been going downhill lately.

i just recently graduated from college here in the philippines and i get around ₱18k allowance every month from my dad who is working abroad, usually every 26th.

i used to have around ₱62k saved, but i got into gambling and it slowly started eating into my money. i also had a pretty big win before, around ₱99k, but i ended up spending the winnings. recently, i even gambled the remaining ₱10k of it.

right now i’m left with ₱48k.
i know i shouldn’t try to gamble my way back to ₱62k or ₱100k, so i’m trying to reset and actually learn how to manage my money properly. i’ve set ₱40k as my baseline, meaning i really don’t want my savings to go below that anymore.

hi guys, i just wanted to ask for some advice because i feel like my savings have been going downhill lately.

i just recently graduated from college here in the philippines and i get around ₱18k allowance every month from my dad who is working abroad, usually every 26th.

i used to have around ₱62k saved, but i got into gambling and it slowly started eating into my money. i also had a pretty big win before, around ₱99k, but i ended up spending the winnings. recently, i even gambled the remaining ₱10k of it.

right now i’m left with ₱48k.
i know i shouldn’t try to gamble my way back to ₱62k or ₱100k, so i’m trying to reset and actually learn how to manage my money properly. i’ve set ₱40k as my baseline, meaning i really don’t want my savings to go below that anymore.

I (22M) recently lost someone I genuinely thought I was going to spend my future with, and I’m struggling to accept that it’s over.
We were never officially together, but we talked every day for months. We built routines, went on dates, slept beside each other, shared our lives, met each other’s friends, and emotionally, we treated each other like we were already in a relationship.
The problem was me.
I’ve realized that I have avoidant tendencies. When things started becoming more serious, I pulled away because I was scared of commitment, scared of losing myself, and scared that I’d eventually hurt her. Instead of communicating those fears, I ended things, convincing myself it was for her own good because I was emotionally unstable.
I regretted it almost immediately.
I tried reaching out later after months of reflecting, starting therapy, and finally understanding what she had been trying to tell me all along. She wasn’t asking for expensive gifts or grand gestures. She wanted certainty. She wanted to feel chosen. She wanted to know where she stood in my life.
She told me something that completely broke me:
“Every single day, all I did was hope that maybe, one day, you would finally choose me.”
Another thing she said was:
“It was never a one-time decision. It was a decision built from so many piled-up reasons.”
She also told me that when she was hurting, she stayed silent and kept hoping things would change, but by the time I wanted to fix everything, she had nothing left to give.
Reading her messages made me realize that while I genuinely loved her, I failed to make her feel secure in that love. I kept thinking my feelings were enough, but I now understand that love isn’t just about what you feel—it’s about what the other person experiences.
I apologized, told her I wanted one more chance, and that I finally knew I wanted a future with her. She read everything and thanked me for sharing my feelings, but she also made it clear that her decision hasn’t changed because she’s choosing what’s best for herself.
To make things harder, I suspect she may already be seeing someone else. I asked her directly, but she didn’t respond. I don’t know if that’s true, but the uncertainty is eating me alive.
I’m already looking for a therapist because I don’t want to repeat these patterns in future relationships. I genuinely want to become a better partner, whether that’s for someone else someday or simply because it’s the person I want to be.
Right now, though, I’m grieving not just the relationship, but the future I imagined with her. I feel like I realized everything too late.
For people who’ve been on either side of something like this:
How did you move on from the regret of knowing you lost someone because of your own actions? And if you’ve ever been in her position, was there ever a point where it was simply too late, no matter how sincere the other person’s growth was?
I’m not looking for false hope. I just want honest perspectives.

I (22M) recently lost someone I genuinely thought I was going to spend my future with, and I’m struggling to accept that it’s over.
We were never officially together, but we talked every day for months. We built routines, went on dates, slept beside each other, shared our lives, met each other’s friends, and emotionally, we treated each other like we were already in a relationship.
The problem was me.
I’ve realized that I have avoidant tendencies. When things started becoming more serious, I pulled away because I was scared of commitment, scared of losing myself, and scared that I’d eventually hurt her. Instead of communicating those fears, I ended things, convincing myself it was for her own good because I was emotionally unstable.
I regretted it almost immediately.
I tried reaching out later after months of reflecting, starting therapy, and finally understanding what she had been trying to tell me all along. She wasn’t asking for expensive gifts or grand gestures. She wanted certainty. She wanted to feel chosen. She wanted to know where she stood in my life.
She told me something that completely broke me:
“Every single day, all I did was hope that maybe, one day, you would finally choose me.”
Another thing she said was:
“It was never a one-time decision. It was a decision built from so many piled-up reasons.”
She also told me that when she was hurting, she stayed silent and kept hoping things would change, but by the time I wanted to fix everything, she had nothing left to give.
Reading her messages made me realize that while I genuinely loved her, I failed to make her feel secure in that love. I kept thinking my feelings were enough, but I now understand that love isn’t just about what you feel—it’s about what the other person experiences.
I apologized, told her I wanted one more chance, and that I finally knew I wanted a future with her. She read everything and thanked me for sharing my feelings, but she also made it clear that her decision hasn’t changed because she’s choosing what’s best for herself.
To make things harder, I suspect she may already be seeing someone else. I asked her directly, but she didn’t respond. I don’t know if that’s true, but the uncertainty is eating me alive.
I’m already looking for a therapist because I don’t want to repeat these patterns in future relationships. I genuinely want to become a better partner, whether that’s for someone else someday or simply because it’s the person I want to be.
Right now, though, I’m grieving not just the relationship, but the future I imagined with her. I feel like I realized everything too late.
For people who’ve been on either side of something like this:
How did you move on from the regret of knowing you lost someone because of your own actions? And if you’ve ever been in her position, was there ever a point where it was simply too late, no matter how sincere the other person’s growth was?
I’m not looking for false hope. I just want honest perspectives.