“Everyone tried to talk me out of it. They all said: ‘You’ve been together for such a long time. You have a beautiful life together. You have a beautiful business. You should value the things you have.’ But he lied to me. And whenever I looked at him, all I saw was lies. I just couldn’t stay married. But we were bound by so many things. Our families were close. We had the same friends. We went to all the same places. If I stayed in Havana, we were going to see each other over and over. I just needed to break away. So I made the decision to leave. I almost didn’t get on the plane because I was so scared of starting over. But when I finally landed in Spain, I said to myself: ‘That’s it. It’s done.’ The first weeks were easy because I’d been so eager for a fresh start. But then it all set in. I was all alone here. We’d been together since I was seventeen. For my entire life I had someone supporting me. Someone I could trust. And now I had no one. It felt like I didn’t belong in Spain, but it felt like I didn’t belong in Cuba either. It’s been two years now. It’s been a lot of work, but I’m finally in a good place. I have a new job. I have new friends. I’m starting to have a feeling of ‘home.’ It’s still difficult being away from my family, but I think I made the right decision. These last two years I’ve gone through everything on my own: the happy moments, the sad moments, the painful moments. And I’m feeling fine. I’ve learned that I can face life by myself.”
(Madrid, Spain)
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