I came to Spain on the promise of a better life.
He promised me he would change. He promised he would never abuse me again.
And like so many times before, after 31 years together, I believed him.

But those promises were only stories—words used to get his own way.
The truth revealed itself when he admitted he already had someone else, even before our marriage finally collapsed.
He had gone against every vow, every trust, every moment of loyalty I had given.

For decades I tolerated abuse, lies, manipulation, and deceit. His children knew. His sister knew. Even his ex-wife probably knew—he was a master of deception.

But here’s the truth that matters most: it’s all history now.

I have chosen myself.
I have chosen freedom.
I have chosen a future built not on lies, but on truth, love, and healing.

Today, I no longer carry his betrayals.
I carry my own strength. 💛

And I know this: my story doesn’t end with his deception—it begins with my freedom.

🌿 To anyone reading this who is trapped in the cycle of promises that never come true: you are not alone, and you too deserve peace, respect, and a life free of abuse.