As the problems between us kept getting worse, we eventually ended up divorcing.
When I went back to my hometown to ask about the nearly five million pesos I had saved, my mother said a single sentence that made me collapse to the floor, crying silently…
My wife and I had been married for seven years.
Lucía, my wife, wasn’t a glamorous or eye-catching woman, but she was gentle, hardworking, and always tried to keep harmony in our home.
I earned a solid income working as a supervisor at a logistics company in Guadalajara. Each month I gave Lucía 5,000 pesos for household costs, and I kept the rest.
Lucía never complained.
She simply did whatever she could to stretch the money.
Sometimes she sold clothes online.
Other times she taught private lessons at night to earn a bit more.
With that money she covered our son’s school fees, the rent, electricity, gas, and groceries.
One day I received a large bonus at work: nearly 200,000 pesos.
Lucía calmly said to me:
— We should put that money into a savings account for both of us. We never know when we might need it.
But I replied coldly.
Lucía smiled sadly… but she didn’t say anything more.
That same weekend I drove to my mother’s village, on the outskirts of Zacatecas, and gave her all the money.
She took it quickly.
Her eyes lit up in a way that, at that moment, I didn’t notice.
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