After the problems between us kept growing, we eventually got divorced.
When I returned to my hometown to ask about the nearly five million pesos I had saved, my mother said a single sentence that left me collapsed on the floor, crying in silence…
My wife and I had been married for seven years.
Lucía, my wife, was not a dazzling or striking woman, but she was kind, hardworking, and always tried to keep peace in our home.
I earned a good salary working as a supervisor at a logistics company in Guadalajara. Every month I gave Lucía 5,000 pesos for household expenses, and I kept the rest.
Lucía never complained.
She simply did everything she could to make the money stretch.
Sometimes she sold clothes online.
Other times she gave private lessons at night to earn a little extra.
With that money she paid for our son’s school, the rent, electricity, gas, and food.
One day I received a large bonus at work: nearly 200,000 pesos.
Lucía calmly said to me:
— We should put that money into a savings account for both of us. We never know when we might need it.
But I replied coldly.
Lucía smiled sadly… but she didn’t say anything more.
That same weekend I went to my mother’s village, on the outskirts of Zacatecas, and handed her all the money.
She took it quickly.
Her eyes shone in a way that, at that moment, didn’t catch my attention.
— Of course, my son — she said. — The money you earn should stay in the family. I will keep it for you… that way you won’t have problems with your wife.
From that day on, I trusted my mother completely.
Every time Lucía asked about the money, I answered irritably:
