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.