I had much too much to rebuild, to forget. Forget all the bad that I was done and that I had allowed me to do. It was time to make everyone understand that I intended to take possession of my life and decide on its own for my son. I risked a lot, too. The stakes were just too high, health Raffaele was more important than anyone else's opinion. It also takes me to crazy or visionary. At this point I was really happy to be considered abnormal in iterating that I had found itself oppose. I was now fully aware of the fact that there was no good hoping to make inroads in the heart of someone outside my anger, my sorrow, so why would anyone heard my message, my call for help. Because sometimes, and it is true, there is no better deaf or blind as those who refuse to cooperate, listen and see. The feelings of the people can not be bought, nor you beg and I do not think I could spend the rest of my life trying to conquer anyone I show that I was near them apart. I could cancel up to this point. If my husband did not love me, patience! I was fine with a clear conscience, because I had really loved, married for true love and sincere, for he had given up anything, but I regret nothing, because everything was the result of a choice that I made with my heart .
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