Days later, my lawyer came to the house and formally notified them. Mauricio and Valeria had sixty days to leave. They were not allowed to touch my accounts, documents, property, or pressure me into signing anything.
Valeria threatened that I would end up alone.
I answered, “Better alone than surrounded by people who steal my peace.”
Without my money, my car, my house, and my services, Valeria’s love for Mauricio disappeared quickly. A week later, she left with suitcases.
At the door, I heard her ask him:
“Without a house, without a car, and without money, what can you offer me?”
The silence after that was louder than shouting.
Mauricio came back with tears in his eyes.
“Mom…”
I did not hug him right away. I loved him, but I knew rescuing him too quickly would only repeat the same mistake.
Over the next weeks, he began helping around the house. One day, he apologized.
