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Rruges me ka zbrit burri im nga makina dhe aty jemi ndare, po vuaj shum per djalin jam semure, nje dite me ka telefonu nga mesuesja e tij...

My husband dropped me off the car on the way and we were separated, I’m suffering a lot for my son, I’m sick, one day I got a call from his teacher…


My parents started coming to Spain, I went through depression, my mother-in-law said, “You don’t do things with children, you don’t fight, you don’t work, you’re a villager, you’re a villager, everyone went, they didn’t take me, they went with my husband and son, I was a maid and guard at home, they didn’t even let me go to work.” parents or relatives. After a few months I became pregnant, I started having health problems. All the families were happy, the husband started talking to his girlfriend and the first daughter-in-law, then the phone rang and the mother-in-law was talking to the ex-daughter-in-law. I was bored, I got sick, I went to the hospital more than at home, I gave birth prematurely, at 7 months my mother stayed with me in the hospital. The day I was born, my mother-in-law came to me with her husband as if they were strangers, the mother-in-law told me that the child will die, and she looked at me with all her anger. As soon as the boy left, they left. I was tired of saying who to complain to. The boy was beautiful, he was born prematurely, he had health problems, but I got sick. The husband continued to quarrel, the mother-in-law also the father-in-law who was speechless, I didn’t dare to talk about anything, I was in their house as a servant, I started to hate myself, I had a university and a school and I was not allowed to do anything. Anyway, we were in a bad economic situation, we got to work. I started working, my husband and mother-in-law were tired, I used to hand over my wages to them. Even the water, when I forgot to bring it, my husband did not take the bath water, the hospital told me. I endured for the son’s sake. I fell into depression as well and the son from our quarrels in the family only cried and wouldn’t let me go. I got seriously ill, I came to the hospital in pediatrics, my husband bought me 1 hamburger and went to the hospital. The mother-in-law came eating with the son and wanted to take him from the serums. . The boy was crying for me, the doctor didn’t leave us. After going to the house, the mother-in-law took the phone, why didn’t she say to come and eat, she broke the son’s money, where do you find the money, what do you do with my son. I couldn’t bear it, my son got very sick, and we were not even allowed to eat in the hospital, the doctor sent us to Tiran for the dial tomorrow, my dad and my cousin are coming, I will tell you the same to my brother-in-law. I can’t stand it, you said. No speech. We went to Tiran with my brother-in-law, my son’s husband, the son was fine. When we return to the street, my husband got out of the car, I talked to my cousin, I took him to the hospital. Since that day, I have been separated from them. It took me a while to meet the boy, then he started talking, now the mother-in-law apologizes, the boy is coming to meet me. My father took me to the island, I quit my job, I’m in a very bad state of health, I returned to the village. Now my mother-in-law is talking to me, asking if I can go out with food, she says while my son is asking me, I want my mother in the house, she tells you to sleep and take a breath. He used to pick me up from the teacher’s phone. I am suffering for that boy, I am suffering a lot. But now I’m stuck in bed, I can’t take medicine, I have a fibrotic lung disease. I can’t either from the economy, strength or health. I feel very guilty that I listened to my parents, I have a son who has been looking for me for 8 years. I can’t take it anymore. Please don’t prejudge me, give your opinion. Anonymous please.





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