I have a husband, what do you have?
Almost from the first moment I set foot in this house, my neighbor is at war with me.
Without having done anything to her and without her knowing me, she has reached the point of disconnecting even the switch from the outside light so that we do not pay for electricity, she says, while the PPC line is mine. To the question “if my child grabbed the wires and got an electric shock, what would happen?” , he answered me “I do not care, to vote”.
Until that time I did not know why so much evil between us, I did not care to know. I am not suitable to do anyone’s psychograph. Until the other day, he threw it in front of my child. “I have a husband, what do you have?” So we welcomed them της her problem is that I am divorced.
To the above was added the medicinal attack of a client in the gym where I go, because I also bring the child since I have nowhere to leave it. And so one night, without wanting to, the complaint took over and the tears ran by themselves. Because you who judge me, who drive me away, who see me alone with my child and groan, do not know.
You do not know what I went through to get here.
You do not know how and how much I paid for my mistakes.
You do not know that I moved completely alone, carrying all my things in my hands.
You do not know how much I struggled to calm my child, who in the first months, kicked me, cursed me and wet his bed.
You do not know that I do not have my parents with me and that if I do not manage to cook one day, we just do not eat. That I take the child everywhere with me because I have nowhere to leave it. Because I may not want to.
You do not know how many nights I almost sleep over the pot and how many others I have returned from a table or party, and because the child falls asleep in the car, I put him in the arms of the house, so as not to wake him.
You do not know how many times I got up to go to the supermarket with a fever, because there was no one to jump to get a milk.
You do not know that, apart from my very own people, they rarely call me, because they are all married and I am “out of place”.
You do not know that this year at my child’s school, the mother of a classmate, embarrassed me and made almost all my parents say good morning to me, because I refused to join the club.
You do not know that I did not do it out of stubbornness but because they did not inform me what the money wanted and I was financially lousy to give corneas.
You do not know how many times I did Resurrection and how many times I changed the time, alone.
You do not know how many times I spent the night in front of the TV and how many times I refused any male invitation or companionship, because I did not want anyone.
You do not know how many lies they fed me and how much I struggled inside myself to stop being afraid of the man – every man – you accused me of not having and to trust again.
You do not know that I can handle it on my own without ever asking anyone for anything.
You do not know that I do not care about your opinion, your experiences, your disgust for me.
You do not know that I do not say all this to represent the victim or to steal but to tell you how glad I am that all this did not manage to make me like you. And you will never know that this may be the first and last time I talk about myself and my difficulties, which no, do not concern you.
My own difficulties that today have reached the point where I can raise my child with dignity, to walk alone in a house, not to ask anyone, to have life friends, to be with a person who cares for me and made me to feel.
I may not have a husband as you say so moral.
But I have a soul.
And morality is in the soul.
She is the one who separates people, those who like to hurt others and lie by looking them in the eyes and those who like you, do not like them, nor spit on them.
And I do not feel like spitting on you.
In any case, your own life has spit on you.
And you do not know how much it seems to you.
I’m not interested in “bravo”, “congratulations”, “hero” and all the variegated, which I do not believe and do not concern me.
All I care about is becoming my child, a good person.
Because it is not the money that we lack in the end.
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