The Unthinkable

Chela.  I have not had the courage to write to you about what has happened.  You need to promise to not tell the town about the flaws of my marriage and keep them to yourself.  I know it is fun to gossip but this is my business, I can’t have my father find out. 

He hit me.  Remember watching that telenovela when we were 13 and Maria’s love struck her? Remember how we made a pack that we would fight against anyone that tried to hurt us?  Well, I just froze.  I didn’t know what to do.  I was speechless and numb.   He split my lip for no reason at all and the next thing I knew I was consoling him while he profusely apologized for what he had done.  I had to forgive him right?  I mean he felt awful for doing it and he said he was tense from work.  It has been two weeks now and he has been sweet to me.  If he touches me again, you can bet I will be out the door before he can stop me.  I hope you are doing well. 

Love,

Cleofílas

I find peace in sitting by the river, wondering what the name could mean and how it relates to me.  

The River

Chela!!! Thank you so much for camera.  It is the best wedding gift I could have asked for.  I have been using it quite a bit lately and I will post pictures to my blog.  Things are wonderful.  You will love marriage once you find the right man.  We are settled into the house now.  Juan Pedro wants me to wait before I start rearranging things; I understand that he just wants me to settle in.  I will make the house “ours” soon enough.   On the way to Seguín we crossed over a beautiful creek that Juan Pedro pointed out to me, he called it La Gritona.  At first I thought that “woman hollering” was quite a silly name for a creek, but now I am curious about the name.  I wonder why she was hollering…was she angry or in pain? 

I met a couple of the neighbor ladies last week.  They are nice.  One is a widow.  I don’t know much about her late husband though.  The other neighbor is Dolores.  She lost both her sons in the last war and is a widow now.  Poor woman.  I have no idea what I would do without my husband and can’t imagine what it would feel like to loose him.  I tried to ask the ladies if they knew anything about the name of the river but neither of them could remember.  I guess I will just have to interpret the meaning for myself.  Here is a picture of the river…

Love,

Cleofílas

A picture on the beach

Women Hollering Creek

Seguín

Dearest Chela, 

As I promised you, here is a blog to fill you in on our post-marital bliss.  We made it to Seguín.  I can’t even explain how amazing it feels to be married and off on my own.  I never thought the day would come where I would leave my stubborn father, six brothers, and the endless chores that plagued me.  As you know, I have been dreaming of the day where I truly feel passion and love for another human being like the couples in Tú o Nadie.  After meeting Juan Pedro, I can attest that love is truly the most important thing in life.  Let me tell you Chela, Juan Pedro truly evokes those feelings of love.  I often feel like I am in a dream.  He calls me bonita when he walks out the door and kisses my forehead softly before bed. It is Juan Pedro or no one for me; I will fight to love him for eternity…

Love,

Cleofílas