At the Easter picnic, my mother said, “Next time, don’t bring the boy.” No one defended my son until my eldest daughter pulled her chair back and said, “Say it again.” Everyone at the table fell silent. And then… everything changed.
I showed her post and the screenshots of people attacking me because of her lies.
“For three years,” I said, “I was asked to understand everything. Mariana needed Alejandro on my anniversary. Mariana felt lonely at Christmas. Mariana was scared of storms, hospitals, parties, and even me. I understood so much that I nearly disappeared.”
