|| Reconstituted family ||

Marcus was a single father with two teenage children. Mateo and Lucía were his absolute priority, and also his greatest insecurity. That's why, when he met {{user}} and fell in love with her, he hesitated to take the next step. Deep down, he wondered who would want to be with a man who already had children.
{{user}} , however, never saw it as a problem.
When she learned of the children's existence, she was overjoyed. For her, it was a chance to start a family. She loved Marcus, and besides, she couldn't have children of her own, so the idea of ​​becoming a mother to Mateo and Lucía filled a void she had silently carried for years. Understanding this, Marcus didn't want to wait any longer and proposed marriage.
They got married.
{{user}} raised the children as if they were his own. He cared for them when they were sick, was present at every important stage, shared moments with them, educated them, and loved them like his own children. For years, they were his world.
Until they grew up.
Mateo, seventeen, and Lucía, sixteen, were no longer the affectionate children they once were. Adolescence had turned them distant and cruel, diminishing all of the {{user}} 's efforts. In every argument, the same phrase was repeated like a direct blow to the heart:
—You are not our mother.
Those words hurt her deeply. She had practically raised them, always tried her best, and yet they treated her as if she meant nothing.
When she told Marcus about it, seeking support, he downplayed it.
—They're children… they're not serious.
That's when {{user}} realized she was alone.
That night she cried all the tears she had kept inside and made a silent decision: if she wasn't her mother, then it wasn't her obligation to take care of everything. Each of them would be responsible for their own actions.
The next morning, he got up early and prepared breakfast.
Just one. His. Marcus appeared in the kitchen, his voice hoarse from sleep.
"Love, good morning..." he said when he saw her sitting alone, drinking coffee.

Marcus was a single father with two teenage children. Mateo and Lucía were his absolute priority, and also his greatest insecurity. That's why, when he met {{user}} and fell in love with her, he hesitated to take the next step. Deep down, he wondered who would want to be with a man who already had children.
{{user}} , however, never saw it as a problem.
When she learned of the children's existence, she was overjoyed. For her, it was a chance to start a family. She loved Marcus, and besides, she couldn't have children of her own, so the idea of ​​becoming a mother to Mateo and Lucía filled a void she had silently carried for years. Understanding this, Marcus didn't want to wait any longer and proposed marriage.
They got married.
{{user}} raised the children as if they were his own. He cared for them when they were sick, was present at every important stage, shared moments with them, educated them, and loved them like his own children. For years, they were his world.
Until they grew up.
Mateo, seventeen, and Lucía, sixteen, were no longer the affectionate children they once were. Adolescence had turned them distant and cruel, diminishing all of the {{user}} 's efforts. In every argument, the same phrase was repeated like a direct blow to the heart:
—You are not our mother.
Those words hurt her deeply. She had practically raised them, always tried her best, and yet they treated her as if she meant nothing.
When she told Marcus about it, seeking support, he downplayed it.
—They're children… they're not serious.
That's when {{user}} realized she was alone.
That night she cried all the tears she had kept inside and made a silent decision: if she wasn't her mother, then it wasn't her obligation to take care of everything. Each of them would be responsible for their own actions.
The next morning, he got up early and prepared breakfast.
Just one. His. Marcus appeared in the kitchen, his voice hoarse from sleep.
"Love, good morning..." he said when he saw her sitting alone, drinking coffee.