The Holidays Again
This time of year is usually when people—family and friends—show compassion and love. That is often the case in what we call “regular” families. However, there is always the other side of the coin: families that, instead of promoting love, end up promoting more hate.
I was joking with my oldest son, Dany, recently, and we were talking about someone who is very close to us—my mother. When you think of your mother, you usually imagine someone who represents love rather than hate, compassion instead of greed. In general, people tend to lean toward goodness, while others lean toward darker tendencies. That’s where the joke came in. We compared her to Darth Vader—driven by the dark side. Sad to say, but that’s how it feels.
As I mentioned before, when most people think of their mothers, they imagine an all-loving figure. In her case, it’s the opposite. She constantly tries to create hate and animosity between her children, especially between brothers, and that is not a good trait. Unfortunately, she is an expert in chismosería—gossip and manipulation.
During Christmas, like many other Christmases, she has managed to create so much conflict between my brother and me that it’s simply sad. My brother seems to enjoy it. His goal is to push me out of the house so that if anything happens to her, he gets my share of the inheritance and possibly the house we live in. At this point, I honestly don’t care. I will leave this place soon, and when I do, I will not look back.
Families that are built around material things are often toxic and dysfunctional. That has been the story of this particular family—one led by a mother who has always thought only of herself and her favorite children. From the beginning, I was not one of them. It hurts, yes, but we all have to move on and try to live a more peaceful life.
I’m sorry to write about this during the holiday season, but this is what is happening, and that is why I’m writing about it. In any event, I wish everyone a beautiful Christmas and a Happy New Year, 2026.