Unfortunately drama continues to follow, but I have moved on from that experience — and still am.
I want to use this column, for Honey, as an opportunity to express how deeply hurt and betrayed I feel.
With a cocky abandon of scruples, Marcos unabashedly utilized stories of his 1954 whirlwind, eleven-day courtship of the lass from Leyte and their fairy tale-like wedding as part and parcel of the glamour and romance, indispensably useful political accoutrements, to entertain and mesmerize the mass electorate, to sway them and capture their votes.