On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk”; the next morning I found something stuck to the sheet that left me speechless… On my wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day attending to the guests, so I retired to my room, hoping to cuddle with my husband and sleep peacefully.

The accident of that time… I did not cause it.

But I let him die, because I thought he wanted to take you far away.

I just wanted to keep you safe, but now I know that safety is not prison.

“Let my son go free.”

Etha finished reading, if words.

From afar, Margaret stood next to the window, her eyes moist, but calmer than usual.

A month later, we moved to another city. Etha began therapy, learning to free himself from the invisible dependency that had accompanied him throughout his life.

“Love doesn’t always kill,” I wrote in my diary.

“But possession in the name of love… yes, it can.”

There are mothers who love their children so much that their love turns into chains.

There are past pains that make people believe that control is the only way to protect themselves.

But true love, whether from a mother or a husband, only exists when we dare to let go so that the person we love can be free.