Unfulfilled Promise: Ecuador

When I was sixteen years old I thought life was a piece of cake. I used to be romantic, unobtrusive and a daydreamer who believed a charming prince exists. I was in living in my own world. But one day, a terrifying thing happened, and I had to wake up from my sweet dream.

I was walking with my best friend Jessy on a hot sunny day. We were enjoying our weekend. Two guys approached us. I was frightened because I am shy, and I did not who they were. Jessy knew them and she introduced me. One of them was charming, friendly, and eloquent. He was also older than me by ten years. I thought that he was wise and mature.

The friendly, charming, and eloquent gentleman and I became friends. Six months later, he told me he wanted to travel to the U.S. I was confused because he never mentioned wanting to travel. He went to the U.S., and while he was there, I was having problems with my mom. He called me a few times. I told him, “My mom is complicated, I don’t know what to do.” He reassured me, “Don’t worry, I will come, and I promise you a cheerful life, full of love and faithfulness if you accept to live with me.

I believed he was my prince charming. I believed he’d come back to rescue me from my mom. Even though I did not know him, I believed him. I believed in all of his promises. He was in the

U.S. for four months and when he returned to Ecuador, he called me and asked me out on a date.

I accepted to meet with him. Friday arrived, and I was so excited. It was almost 6:00 pm — the time for our date, and I felt goosebumps on my arms. It was time to see my prince charming.

I waited for him on a cold chair in the park. I glanced at my watch. It was finally 6:00 pm — the time of our date. I was waiting impatiently when there he was. Our eyes met, my heart was beating fast, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He took my hand and said how much he missed me. I wasn’t sure what I felt at that moment. All I knew was that I had problems with my mom. He said, “Let’s escape!

I was in shock. I did not know what to say. I told him that I needed one promise, just one. “Whatever you say, I will do it.” he replied. “Promise me,” I told him, “that you will never, never, never, leave me even if our relationship ends. And that you will always take care of your children.” Even though he promised, I was confused because I didn’t know if I was making the right decision.

I escaped with him that day. We went to a different city. My family did not know. I was missing them but I could not do anything. A few days after we arrived to his apartment, his attitude changed immediately. Some days he cried and on other days he was happy, but then he’d get angry, furious, and totally uncontrollable. I was pregnant when I decided to follow him to the U.S. I didn’t like the idea, but I thought he would change. I followed him because I always wanted a family — just like my parents taught me.

My son was born in the cold Chicago winter of 2007. Shortly after, my husband decided to return to Ecuador because he said he missed his mom and because he didn’t like this country. He said he was depressed. I told him that he needed to remember his promise of never leaving me and of taking care of his son. But it did not matter to him. He left me alone with my son to face this country — without family or any friends.

I realized no one can fulfill all of their promises. Now, I am mature. I learned the lesson of my life — that a prince charming does not exist and that I do not want to keep dreaming anymore.