Конкурс ⚜️Мой провальный, но жизненный опыт@aiskel zurita

greetings to @vlad26 for this contest that calls us to reflect on our life experiences and how they could change our vision from that situation.

Today I want to tell you about a life experience that I consider was a mistake for not taking the time and taking into account what really is the true value of friendship, sometimes we only take the superficial (the dance, the drink, the ride) and we are not able to see beyond or we do not do the crazy thing of not seeing it because we just want to have fun and not really commit to friendship which is more than that.

When I started studying at the university, I met Cinthya, a very pretty and cheerful brunette, who had the gift of making friends easily, who soon became an excellent study partner and later a friend to go out dancing and share many other activities.
Cinthy, at that time was married and had a daughter whom she loved very much as well as her husband, but she always took time out of her work and personal activities to share or simply study subjects together. My friend Cinthya often said that her husband came home very late at night and that at first this made her suffer, but then she got used to it and said she no longer minded.

Also, sometimes when she bought something for herself with the money she got from her work, she told us that she could not tell her husband and had to tell him that someone had given it to her, because she had to give him the money from her work so that he could manage it, that seemed strange to me, but it did not set off any alarm bells.
On one occasion, my friend came in wearing dark glasses and told me she had an inflammation in her eyes, I believed her, then she was absent from college for long periods of time, for no reason.

When she returned to the university, she arrived with pains in her arms and some bruises that she always said she did not know how she got them, even so, I did not know how to see the suffering and what was happening to my friend, I closed myself in my own situations and did not alert myself.

After a long time we met again and she was pregnant, with a high risk pregnancy, the last thing we talked about was how disappointing her husband's behavior was with that second pregnancy, how she was receiving calls from her lover making her life impossible.

The last I heard from her was that she had died giving birth to her son, at the wake her sister confided in me the long suffering of my beautiful friend Cinthya, the psychological and physical damage she was causing her. I will never forgive myself for not realizing what she was going through, the damage her husband was doing to her.

From that day on, I swore to myself that I would not fail to act at any sign of alarm in this situation of gender and domestic violence, whether against women or against children.