When I first met Alejandro, it was like a scene from a romantic film. Our families introduced us at a small party in Guadalajara. I never believed in arranged meetings like this, but there was something special about him… He was modest, cheerful, and his gaze gave me confidence.
From that day on, we began exchanging messages every day. I even introduced him to Valeria, my best friend who was like a sister to me, hoping that it would strengthen our relationship. But who would have thought that our marriage would start to fall apart?
The first problems
After the wedding, everything seemed fine at first. We worked, cooked tacos together on the weekends, and drank coffee on the terrace. But soon my mother-in-law began to criticise me: I went to bed late, wasn’t pregnant, and didn’t wash the dishes the way she wanted me to. Alejandro remained silent and slowly began to side with his mother.
Three years passed. A doctor in Mexico City told us that our chances of conceiving were low, but we weren’t infertile. I felt relieved, but my mother-in-law continued to look at me as if it were all my fault. At that time, Valeria began to visit our house more often.
I considered her my best friend, but the way she smiled at Alejandro, the way she served coffee to my mother-in-law, the way the three of them talked… It broke my heart.
The day everything changed
One evening, after a serious argument, Alejandro coldly told me to pack my things. I didn’t cry. I just looked him in the eyes and said:
‘You’ll regret this…’
I left home with only a suitcase, leaving behind three years of my youth and the friend I trusted most.
A new life and an unexpected miracle
I returned to Puebla and opened a small craft shop. There I met Carlos, an engineer who was supervising a project near the market. He was modest, polite, and never brought up the past.
Six months after we met, we got married. And then a miracle happened — I got pregnant. The doctor said it was a rare but perfectly normal occurrence. I burst into tears right there in the clinic, hugging my belly and whispering:
‘You are my gift.’
The message that changed everything
One morning, I read on the internet: ‘Alejandro and Valeria welcome their first child.’ There was no envy in my heart, only a strange mixture of relief and a desire to tell the truth.
I sent a message:
‘Congratulations on becoming a father! Will you invite me to all the celebrations this month? Oh, I have news: I’m pregnant too. If you don’t believe me, take a look at the photos. It seems that the difficulties with conception were not only my fault… or is it just your problem?’
The end and peace
I knew this message would surprise him. But it wasn’t out of revenge — I wanted him to understand that I had also experienced pain, and not because ‘I wasn’t good enough,’ but because we were in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time.
Alejandro sent an invitation to his son’s celebration. I didn’t go. I just replied:
‘I wish you happiness.’
And that’s exactly what I wanted to say, because now I have my own happiness with a man who knows how to support me in difficult times and with a child I once thought I would never have.
There is no resentment in my heart, only a lesson: in marriage, sometimes the problem is not who is right or wrong, but that you gave your heart to the wrong person at the wrong time.
