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“You know what, my dear?” My mother is right. You’re a maintained, get to work! Gaston shouted, banging on the table with such force that the spoon jumped and clinked against the plate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrea was paralyzed. I didn’t know what to answer. Inside his head boiled a mixture of rage, pain and bewilderment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maintained, he thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was the one who paid the mortgage, water, electricity, gas and even Gast\u00f3n’s cell phone with the interest on her savings. The same one who washed, cooked, cleaned and made sure that the home was comfortable and warm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before getting married, Andrea had dreamed of being a housewife. He had worked enough to raise a good sum at the age of 33 and, with that, he gave up his career to dedicate himself to the home. Gast\u00f3n, seven years younger than her, married more for convenience than for love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But that night, her comment pushed her to act.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Okay, love,” Andrea said calmly. “So, do you think I’m a maintained?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gast\u00f3n, uncomfortable, only managed to say:
“It’s just that the money is not enough. You are always at home and I am working.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– So, the problem is not me… it’s you. Andrea stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without adding more, she took her bag, went out and ordered a taxi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Where are you going?” Gast\u00f3n managed to ask, nervously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“To get money,” she replied calmly before closing the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside the taxi, Andrea thought about the irony of the situation: she had bought an additional apartment and had temporarily given it to her mother-in-law, Laura, to fulfill her dream of moving to the city. And now, that same woman vouched for her daughter-in-law to be a “burden.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ten minutes later, Andrea entered a real estate agency. There she signed a contract to rent the apartment in which her mother-in-law lived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When she returned to the apartment, Laura opened the door in a robe and with rollers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Andrea, what happened? You didn’t even warn us. Everything is fine?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrea, bluntly, said to her:
“Mrs. Laura, your time here is over. Tomorrow this house will be rented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman was shocked, unable to react. Andrea called a locksmith and, in a matter of minutes, they began to change the locks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What are you doing?” Laura exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Ensuring the future of my family,” Andrea replied, while the locksmith worked without pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When Andrea returned home, Gast\u00f3n was outraged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 How could you? Did you take my mother out on the street?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“No,” she replied firmly. I just optimized expenses and found a way to increase revenue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrea made it clear that, if money was as scarce as he said, they would have to live with austerity: no beers or outings, walking to work and bringing homemade food instead of having lunch in cafes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gast\u00f3n could not stand the new “adjustments”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Laura, desperate, tried to call several relatives, but no one wanted to receive her. Eventually, he had no choice but to return to his home in the village.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gast\u00f3n, unable to accept Andrea’s decisions, left shortly after, leaving the relationship behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrea, although she was alone, breathed easy. No one ever called her “maintained” again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That the person who supports the home in silence should never be underestimated or humiliated. Respect and recognition are the foundation of a healthy relationship. And, above all, that when someone dares to set limits, they recover their dignity and peace, even if it means being alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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