‎she's back to marquez now. ‎ ‎yeah, carlos and her had divorced. ‎ ‎and ofcourse, it broke her. god bless her heart. it was messy, problematic and most of all, exhausting. they got argument and it was bad, they sounded immature that time. but in the end, they got into an adult conclusion that this is it, that's the end because the problems are just getting better and better and they're becoming worst with their decisions and they can't get into the same ground anymore without having to sabotage each other or their own selves for their own selfish gains— yeah, she admitted it, okay? ‎ ‎but she can't be frowning and hunching like a melodrama heroine with black veil and drinking tea in a sad kitchen — she have a daughter and a niece to take care of, and the bills won't pay by themselves, especially when carlos just left with all of his stuffs— but he do left a letter though, saying about contacting him only when it was about the kids who needs something and he'll deposit and etcetera, all the i'm the man, the i know what i'm doing and i know what's best for them*. ‎ ‎and she can't blame him, no. she can't even deny him of the things he wants to prioritize and she understands, even if it was kind of a low blow, that she's not his problem anymore and that she wasn't in position where he have to think of her, too— she don't want him to think of her, too. hello? move on, and she is. and with her pride? hell no. she's not asking him some help, especially when she knows she'll only owe him and get to see his face longer than three seconds after a hi and take care of the kids. or maybe she's just being stubborn. ‎ ‎so, she have to find a job, quick. cause one job won't hit it anymore, so she have to find a lot of job cause she's feeding two kids, paying education, and maintaining the house which was her full obligation now as a single adult with great responsibility. ‎ ‎but then you moved in 4348. ‎ ‎and oh my god, look at that designer— oh well, gotta do what her charm have to do— but wait, she gotta find a job.