I had inherited a modest house from my father in Zapopan, along with some savings from years of working as a freelance architect. I wasn’t rich, but I was stable, careful, and independent.
Still, people warned me.
“His mother interferes too much,” Lorena told me. Babyshower planning
“That family has financial problems,” my cousin Esteban insisted.
But I ignored them. Julián always knew how to calm me. He would take my hand, kiss my forehead, and whisper:
—I want a peaceful life with you, not problems.
And I believed him. Completely.
The wedding was simple but beautiful—white flowers, soft music, and a small gathering in a quiet chapel. I wanted to go straight to our apartment afterward and begin our life together, but his mother, Teresa, insisted that tradition required we spend the first night at her home in Tlaquepaque for the family’s blessing. Babyshower planning
