A new reason to smile

urage do we have to look deep into our own eyes and forgive ourselves for the wrong choices th

either the joys, nor the

up and slide down my face, while I feel my ches

of flying higher and higher, but who at the same time feels trapped, tied to her husband, because sh

t little girl screaming, "W

ous trap I allowed myself to fall into, hurts... sucking all my strength

othing more than a gilded cage, and that I am nothing more than a

ng the "woman of his life," to whom, within the privacy of the walls of our home, he does not direct affection and recognition. I have given into his hands ever

o tear and fragment my soul into so many pieces, and to forgive myself after remaining fo

se he will! After all, h

trying to justify the masochism of submitting myself to an endle

on who tried to warn me about all this, echoing inside m

h, the black mascara stains that I tried unsuccessfully to clean. But what hurts me the most, to see my eyes erased, the lack of brightness, of dr

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tle, smiling, helpful to each of his friends. It was not only his beauty th

ng more from people than they really had to offer because they were shallow, while wh

se it was not a perfect family, but even with its flaws, the warmth and protection were always part of my life, and

enough, not pretty enough to walk the halls with the most harassed and disputed "patricians" of the time. I was a typical teenager who isolated herself from the world because she didn't feel she was part of it. And that's how Murilo came into my life, bringing with him the weight of an already suf

inseparable friendship soon became a relationship. We fell in love with each other and the ha

nderstood each other well, and the trust I

hips before, there were no scars or wounds that could affect our relationship.

oneymoon trip, became the next step: moving to Canada, and th