I’m going to try my best to tell you the truth, but I know I can’t make this up.
I have a good heart and a strong will to live my truth, which is why I’m willing to go out on a limb to tell it.
And I know that in doing so, I’ll have my share of people who think I’m a liar.
I have spent the past year in Spain, living with my partner, our four children, our dogs, and my wife.
I was born in Mexico and raised in Argentina.
My first language is Spanish.
When we first arrived in Spain in December of 2016, we didn’t expect much.
It’s a small country and a country that doesn’t have a big economy.
So the first couple months were fairly ordinary, with no problems.
But by the end of December, things changed.
In a matter of days, the situation escalated.
In one of the most brutal ways imaginable, a man had raped my partner.
The rape happened in front of our children, and it took my partner four days to get to a hospital.
The hospital had to close down, so the family could stay with us, but it was a terrifying experience.
My children were too frightened to move.
I kept telling my children that if they ever did something stupid, I would have to kill them, and they would never forgive me.
We were told to keep quiet about what happened.
I started to cry, and the more I cried, the more upset I became.
The more upset my children became, the worse the situation got.
When my children started crying, I began to get nervous.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I decided I had to speak out.
For the next month, I kept my mouth shut and kept my eyes on the ground.
I felt ashamed.
I wanted to tell my story, but no one listened.
I didn’t want to make it worse for them.
In February, I was told that I could speak Spanish for the first time.
The Spanish language was not my first choice, but when I went to speak to a local lawyer, he was a little skeptical.
I told him that I knew Spanish, and he nodded.
I then told him the whole story.
It was hard to tell him everything that had happened, but eventually I felt confident enough to tell the truth.
I thought that he would respect it and believe me.
He did not.
He called me a liar and accused me of lying.
He told me that I had lied to him about the rape, and that he should take away my passport.
I left the country the next day, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
After leaving the country, I got a phone call from a woman named Maria who was from another country.
She was very upset.
I don’t know what to say.
She told me she had just seen a friend of mine on the street.
She had been sexually assaulted by someone she knew and had been forced to have an abortion.
The woman was a member of the same political party as me, and she had been raped by the same person.
She and her boyfriend had come to the police to report the crime.
The police refused to investigate the case.
They told me to keep silent and told me they would look into it.
They then said that they would take my passport back and give it to the woman.
I refused to take it back.
I said that I would fight back.
The next day I called the woman and told her everything.
She finally agreed to investigate and came back with the results.
She found that the perpetrator had been a man.
He was in his 20s and in a drunken state.
He had tried to rape her again after she had left, but she had escaped.
She got him pregnant.
When he tried to have sex with her again, she ran away.
He returned the next morning and raped her again.
She fled to Mexico and reported the rape to the authorities.
When she came back, she had given birth to a daughter.
When the police investigated, they found out that she had a child, too.
I am not sure why she left Mexico.
I believe that she was raped by someone else.
When I went back to the United States, I decided that I was going to tell everyone the truth and that I believed my story.
That’s when I began writing this blog.
The truth has come to light.
On January 31, 2017, the first day of the new year, I met my new wife, Maria.
We met at the airport and I told her I was doing this to help people.
I had never been to a country before.
I took her to a restaurant to buy food for the baby.
I explained the situation to her and then I took the baby with me.
I walked out of the restaurant and into the cold.
It wasn’t too cold.
I remember thinking that I must have