In 1998 my path took me to the United States, the land of opportunities, I knew very soon that this was a place that I would spend a big portion of my life at, as I just loved everything about it and felt more comfortable than ever before. I moved to LA, I enjoyed the party scene and high life of Hollywood.
In 2001 I met the Father of my 2 beautiful children.
I met a man who seemed kind, nice, fun, successful, caring and who wanted to be with me, unfortunately after a few happy months I realized that he was a liar, his name wasn't even true, he was older than he has told me, even his sign wasn't Leo, but Pieces... By this time I was happily pregnant with our Son, and I wanted him to have a Father to grow up with, so I decided to stick around and stand by him during a legal matter. We got married, and I had an amazing pregnancy, as I felt very connected to my unborn Son, I knew from day one that he would be a boy. 9/11 happened, financially there was struggle, but I was so happy to become a Mother. Tristan was born in the beginning of 2002 and the Father convinced me to move down to Mexico to start fresh when Tristan was just 5 weeks old. This move was mainly financed from my flat that he convinced me to sell, along with my car and other valuable possessions...
All of the sudden I found myself down in Mexico isolated from all my friend and family with a psychopath who had no more use for me, therefore was very angry, spiteful, evil and started to abuse me on daily basis. My only rescue was my little boy who brightened my days, he was just perfect, smart and beautiful. Unfortunately I was trapped with no-one to turn to, no money, and no way of getting away from this horrible man. For months I was listening constantly to how I was stupid, useless, ugly, not deserving of anything good, how he detested and hated me, and if I died nobody would miss me, plus some words I wouldn't repeat... After a huge fight in a very vulnerable and lethargic moment on my Birthday I tried to take my own life. While I was unconscious I had a vision, now I believe that it was my Guardian Angel, who told me that everything would be fine, I just needed to have faith, strength and I will get the help I needed. I regret my action, that was a cry for help, that just made my abuser hate me even more, but I had something to hold on to at least..