Twenty-eight years ago I was divorced with two small children. At that time I was 34 years old and the principal of a junior high school. I must say that I had no plans to establish a love relationship and I was just trying to raise my two little ones and keep progressing in my job.
But, no one rules the heart.
It so happens that in 1997 a teacher arrived at my school who began to attract my attention because of his details, his way of behaving, his human qualities and the good work he did. I must say that at first I felt admiration for his human qualities, but nothing more.
Apparently, he had other intentions and we began to fall in love until we started a relationship.
You might say that this is normal and it is true. However, for my mom and part of my family there was a problem because my partner was black skinned and we were the opposite. It was like saying moon and night.
Faced with this situation, my mother got angry and stopped talking to me. Something similar happened with part of my family. Seeing my refusal to end my relationship, my mother told me to either end the relationship or forget about having a mother.
I confess that this was one of the hardest moments of my life. I must say that my partner got along very well with my children and they asked my mother to get to know him, not to condemn him without knowing his way of being, thinking, his qualities. But, none of this made her change.
I had to make a decision and that was to follow my heart. I was not going to stop loving my mother for anything in the world, but I was not going to let go of the happiness that had knocked on my door.
My mom was sick with cancer and lived alone in the house downstairs. We lived upstairs.
My husband, little by little, got to know, to deal with my mom and my family; he had gestures that left them with more love in their hearts than hate.
My husband came to do things with my mother that even I did not do with her.
Before he died, he apologized to us for what he had done and hugged my husband like I had rarely seen in my life.
I must say that 28 years later my husband and I are still together. He has been my cane, my friend, my companion, my boyfriend, my accomplice and my greatest support. Thanks to him I was able to fulfill all my work projects and he shared the education of my children, assuming them as if they were his own.
Today, my children live out of the country and my husband is still by my side.
Thanks to my heart for making me choose this decision.
Credits. I used the translator DeepL Translate.
The photos used were taken with my Samsung Galaxy phone.