It amazes me that about year ago Juan Pedro was the man of
my dreams. How could this be the
man I have waited my whole life for?
I try and force myself to see the good in him but it is nearly impossible
to see why I was ever in love with this violent creature. How could I have
fallen in love with a man who did not have a touch of romance in his blood when
that alone is what I live for? It
is not like he is the handsome suave type that swept me off my feet. He is rude, short and has a belly. He is demanding, and makes caring for
my father and brothers seem like a cakewalk. He is my provider and I suppose I should be grateful that he
earns money for food and shelter.
On a positive note, my son, beautiful Juan Pedrito is
healthy and happy. Juan Pedro does
not show much affection towards him.
He leaves the house often to get away from the constant cries. He acts as though I should have the
magic maternal touch to calm him.
He is three months old now and has a huge smile that reminds me of my
fathers. Chela, I miss home. You, my family, and the feeling of
safety and love. My feelings of
unconditional love for Juan Pedrito are all that keep me going…
Love,
Cleofílas
Juan Pedrito
