Lucía never complained.
She simply did everything she could to make the money stretch.
Sometimes she sold clothes online.
Other times she gave private lessons at night to earn a little extra.
With that money she paid for our son’s school, the rent, electricity, gas, and food.
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 went to my mother’s village, on the outskirts of Zacatecas, and handed her all the money.
She took it quickly.
Her eyes shone in a way that, at that moment, didn’t catch my attention.
— Of course, my son — she said. — The money you earn should stay in the family. I will keep it for you… that way you won’t have problems with your wife.
From that day on, I trusted my mother completely.
Every time Lucía asked about the money, I answered irritably:
— It’s my money. I decide where to keep it. Don’t get your hopes up.
Over time, the arguments between us began to grow.
Lucía was exhausted from working two jobs, but I said she was lazy.
When she asked me for more money for our son’s school expenses, I exploded:
— All you have to do is take care of the house and the kid! If you can’t even do that properly, what are you even here for?
One night, after a terrible fight, Lucía didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry.
She simply began packing her clothes in silence.
When she finished, she left a piece of paper on the table.
It was a divorce petition, already signed.
She looked at me with tired eyes and said quietly:
— I’m tired, Daniel. I don’t want to live in a house where my voice has no value. I will take our son with me.
I laughed with contempt.
I thought to myself:
“Good. That way I don’t have to support her anymore.”
I signed the papers without hesitation.
On the day of the court hearing, Lucía asked for nothing.
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