FLASH
Shkruar nga Anila Hoxha
This is the reality. I'm trying to help myself. I am thinking of leaving Albania, looking for alternatives. Just stop talking about support, about the police, about social policies.
I thought last night whether to publish it or not and decided to share it. Here is a call. To stay faithful, I removed many phrases that can identify him.
Anila, I saw you today at Juli's and I still can't stop the tears.
You know me, but I'm ashamed to tell you who I am, because I wouldn't want you to share this message with anyone else. He said that we are not alone, but we must talk.
We are alone!
I got out of a marriage from which I was abused and with many sacrifices I tried to continue my life and raising my child.
From the outside it looks like I'm fine.
They kept me at work for hours when I had to go to my child, I was forced to raise him, but I didn't get my salary. 3 months without paying the obligations, the tenant is getting ready to take me out of the house and I have sent the child to his father.
As for me, my soul cries, because I don't even have a penny to feed him. He, for his part, is putting indirect pressure on me that he will take custody of me, because I don't have the right finances.
Rent, kids to raise, life to face, it seems like a lot.
But they don't come out when you have taught your son not to miss anything. And today the violence continues, psychological, financial, emotional and it becomes a chain.
Alma and many like her have no way out.
I struggled, but sometimes I think I'd rather have stayed in that unhealthy marriage than be in survival mode.
And yes, there have been many times that I have thought about suicide, but I can't do it, because I have to raise and educate the most important being in my life.
As much as I love it, I see it as my prison. I've been condemned to face life in this stinking place, with these rotten people, and really, there's no door to knock on. Everyone wants to support you in theory, but in practice, even if they do, they only want to trample you.
This is the reality.
They kill our faith in justice, in truth, in dignity, they kill our dreams and you simply have to survive or let them trample you to succeed, because without any support, it is impossible.
Please don't tell. The only help we can all give together is to tell the truth. Alone, no one's life is worth anything.
This is the reality. I'm trying to help myself. I am thinking of leaving Albania, looking for alternatives. Just stop talking about support, about the police, about social policies.
They don't exist, they are selective!
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