"I do," I said, looking Vic straight in the eye. It's been 5 months since our engagement, and here we are. Married, now that we've said I do. "Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes!" I heard, as we walked back through the isle. Cheering went on behind us, but I was far too excited to notice much that went on. I kissed Vic so hard, he excitedly whispered, "wait for the honeymoon, tiger," then winked. My man. He was perfect.

It wasn't long after we got to the after party that I had Ivory handed to me by Vic's mother. My mother in law. "She's been crying for a few seconds, I'm sure she wants her mother," she suggested as she handed Ivory over. She cried and cried and I couldn't get her to stop. It was my big day and I was heading back to memory lane. She can feel it. She can feel that I'm a bad mother. I must have looked bad because a few second later I heard Vic say, "It's ok, I've got her." He held her in his arms and she stopped. She touched his face and started playing with his nose. She stopped crying, just like that. In a matter of seconds, she stopped her screaming and started giggling. I excused myself to the bathroom and closed the stall. I put my back against the door and slowly slid till my ass was on the floor. I cried. I cried so hard, my breathing became faster and heavier, I thought I'd eventually pass out. I wanted to pass out. I'm a horrible mother and it was all my mothers fault and she wasn't even alive. I cursed her out aloud with tears falling like bullets. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you," I reapeated. "I fucking hate you!" I punched the door so hard, I felt my knuckles break. The pain was so bad that the adrenaline rush couldn't even cover it up. I sat there in my own tears. I hadn't been this bad since my last mental hospital visit. I'm becoming the old me. Someone I didn't want to be. I cried some more and had no desire to get back out there. I was humiliated. I couldn't even get my own chid to stop crying. I was worthless. I felt so fucking worthless.

"Abby?" I heard from the door. "Are you in here?" It was Vic's mother. I quickly wiped my ruined make up off my face and got my shit together. "I'm fine," I lied as I opened the door. "Aye, mija. Are you ok?" She asked, looking so concerned. "I'm fine," I said, putting on a fake smile. I was so good at that. "Well, lets get you back out there. There are some hungry people waiting for cake. Vamos." she said as she grabbed on to my arm, expecting to take me back out there. I cringed and may have jerked a little because she looked down and saw my knuckles, swollen and brusied. "Que paso?!" she looked more concerned than ever and hugged me. I cried in her arms. I tired. I tried really hard not to, but the tears, they just wouldn't stop. She closed the door and sat down with me. I explained everything that happened. I told her everything I told Vic and at that moment, I promise you, I will never forget this moment, she said, "don't you ever worry about this. You're an amazing mother and yoy have mama Fuentes as your mom now. I love you, corazon." I cried more than I was and hugged her. These Fuentes' had such ways with words. "Let's get you to a hospital and bring you back. You're not missing out on your wedding." she said with a smile, yet she was still worried, and that's excactly what we did.