“He was the last person I dated before my mom died. She wavered in her feelings about him every time we broke up, but she always made a point to say that he was a good man, but just had a little bit of growing up to do. I have memories of them together, of them laughing and dancing. I think I clung onto him at the end because I wanted to marry someone my mother knew, someone she approved of.
There’s nothing like toxic Latin families guilting you doing what they want you to do.
