“Don’t worry about the weekend trip. My mom has nothing to do—she’ll take care of the kids.”
That weekend, when they came with suitcases, I said nothing. I smiled, took the bags, and wished them a good trip.
They left happy, thinking everything was handled.
But they didn’t know I had already decided.
That same afternoon, I called a trusted neighbor.
Then I booked a trip.
I packed my suitcase—not with diapers or toys, but with dresses, walking shoes, and sunscreen.
I cleaned my house, locked everything, and chose something new:
Myself.
On Monday morning, before Javier arrived, I was already in a taxi heading to the airport.
I left a note on the door:
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