“I didn’t trust my wife, so I decided to send my entire monthly salary to my mother so she could keep it safe…-nana
— It’s my money. I decide where to keep it. Don’t get your hopes up.
Over time, the arguments between us began to grow.
Lucía was exhausted from working two jobs, but I said she was lazy.
When she asked me for more money for our son’s school expenses, I exploded:
— All you have to do is take care of the house and the kid! If you can’t even do that properly, what are you even here for?
One night, after a terrible fight, Lucía didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry.
She simply began packing her clothes in silence.
When she finished, she left a piece of paper on the table.
It was a divorce petition, already signed.
She looked at me with tired eyes and said quietly:
— I’m tired, Daniel. I don’t want to live in a house where my voice has no value. I will take our son with me.
I laughed with contempt.
I thought to myself:
“Good. That way I don’t have to support her anymore.”
I signed the papers without hesitation.
On the day of the court hearing, Lucía asked for nothing.
No money.
No house.
She only asked for custody of our son.
Holding the child in her arms, she slightly bowed to my mother as a sign of respect.
Her eyes were full of sadness… but also determination.
I watched her walk away with her thin, silent figure.
And inside I thought:
“One day she will regret leaving me.”
But only a week later, I received news that struck me like lightning.
Everything I thought I knew about my life began to collapse.
The company where I worked suddenly announced a restructuring.
Several departments would be closed.
At first I wasn’t worried. I had a good position, years of experience, and had always been one of the best-paid employees.
But that morning they called me to the director’s office.
The atmosphere felt strange.
Too quiet.
The manager took a deep breath before speaking.
— Daniel… I’m very sorry. The company decided to close the entire national logistics department. Your position has been eliminated.
It felt as if the ground disappeared beneath my feet.
— Eliminated? — I asked in disbelief. — But… when?
— Today.
I walked out of the office holding a cardboard box: my personal belongings, a coffee mug with my name on it, and a couple of old photographs.
For the first time in years… I had no job.
The following days were chaos.
I searched for work in several companies around Guadalajara, but all offered much lower salaries. Some didn’t even call me back.
