I leave that place with a bottle of vodka in my hands, I know I won't sound good, but I hope it's an accident, I'm waiting for the call from the paramedics, from the police, I don't know, but I'm hoping for anything other than Santiago

Centinelo, my husband, just dumped me, I'd rather cry because I'm in a hospital without a foot than because he just dumped me after doing all this for him.

I never EVER! I had done something like that for someone, and the first time I do it they stand me up, I lean against the car door and tears start running down my cheeks, I wipe them roughly, no, I'm not going to cry over this shit, I open the door. bottle taking a good drink, this can't be happening to me.

I get in the damn car, there is not a call from him, nor from any strange number, I start driving towards the party of the program, I hope he has a very good excuse, too good, so that I can let this go, I swallow the knot in my throat, but my vision immediately blurs, I d