And the day is here!

by Lilia M. Fiallo

A Moment of Reflection

I removed the old and frayed suit that I dragged for so many years! I stopped to think for a moment, the important thing that I am as a person, as a human being, as a professional, away from ties and rusted chains that hung in my mind. Now I am which was, that someone wanted to archive!…

It’s a pleasure to see you! When I entered, I went to the counter but looked at background and I saw you, therefore after I completed my order, I came here. It is good that I find you again!, I have so much to tell you, How have you been?

Well, says Brenda, here we are, the two of us. It is also a pleasure to see you. But before speaking of me, I want to tell you Genaro that I always remember you with special appreciation. Do you remember Genaro when our hour of break were at the same time? Yes, Brenda!

Although the time was short, we enjoyed the breakfast or the lunch. Our talks in which I imagined each episode told, I remember as if it were today. I am a deep admirer of your profession, and you know, how could you deal with such personal load and work? Masterfully, do you let problems container to leaving home, to put all the concentration on your work?

You climbed a mountain to the top, with all the obstacles and difficulties. Living a hell such as yours, by a partner that gives little or nothing good, is a feat. If when you were students at the University, she badly carried you along the path of doom, and you, as a lamb carrying slaughter you walked at her side.

Thanks to your intelligence you did join the company with an important position and an enviable salary that made you happy, largely to please her, although the money you gave her was not enough.

How many good women had wanted to be with a good guy as you?

Love, dedication, sacrifices and few other things for maintaining a family may be so normal in the everyday life of any person but there are beings like you crossing the line of danger, until they expose their integrity.

I remember those mornings or afternoons when we came back after breakfast or lunch, walking along the road up to the office and at some point you raised up your shirt to show me the wounds in your skin which she kicked you with those hand s of wild beast? That happened many years ago and I without comment, silenced before such outrage, was incredulous, in front to a reality.

At this moment, this phenomenon, it is still a reality that grows and that all silent, nobody wants to face, no one wants to commit. Currently in America and Europe is a reality with many men victims of women who hide under their gender because they know that we are in a double moral society, they have the win and that’s their card up his sleeve. They do not work, nor contribute a grain of sand.

Genaro it is incredible interfamily violence against man. Many of these victims are chained, abducted, beaten physically and psychologically abused. There are slave cases, where the man gives her all his salary and she gives him a few coins for transportation back and forth.

There are many reasons why a man does not complaint the physical or verbal abuse:

-The mere fact of thinking that they will be cause for ridicule and mocked.
-They will not believe him.
-Mind surrounds it, betrays him and thinks: “What will become of me, alone and without her?
-For sex.
-For money.
-The custom became law.
-The man has always been the losing

Oh, Genaro! And how’s your marriage?

Not Brenda that was not more! I finally got divorced and found myself again. In October I will turn 50 years old and I will marry a colleague of yours next December.

Congratulations!

Brenda it´s been a pleasure to see you because I’m going to appoint to you Adviser of the International Center for men who demand their rights for a better world, due to:

I removed the old and frayed suit that I dragged for so many years! I stopped to think for a moment, the important thing that I am…

Lilia M. Fiallo was born in Bogotá, Colombia, where,

between tasks and free time, she found a place to write about subjects, somehow forgotten by others. With gold letters engraved in her memory, she began her working life, in the heart of the technical part, of the air traffic control of her native country. In the midst of aeronautical phraseology and codes, the world of aviation gave her one of the highest experiences, because of the precision required by this craft, where a single mistake could cost many lives. It is there, where in her concern to communicate her ideas, she begins to write with dedication, themes a little relegated by society, the Church and the State. Discovering a truth that nobody wants to talk about, but much more real and everyday, than it seems. It is thus, as it appears, her first work, “Parir por parir”. You can find her book at for sale in Amazon

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