I was sitting on the seashore holding the bottle of wine. I had just finished eating and with Remon with me. It's been three days and we still haven't talked. I have no energy to discuss what he is saying.

It's a pity to listen to Remon's reasons for me and for us. Trapping me in this kind of place is not the solution to everything that he did to me. Not all that was fast, the pain he had left me before.

He is now asking for my help, while he is the only one who decides for our son, and now I need help because I am their...