There have been some complications with my landlord lately--after living under the sae roof with these people, I've had to witness the effects of machista on this family. His wife and kids are terrified of him and pretty much live the whole "kids are to be seen and not heard"and his wife is always waiting on him to serve his dinner/ treat him like a king. It's this vicious cycle of him conditioning them to accept this as a normality.
So basically I was kicked out on the first of this month and moved into the immediate option which is in a neighborhood I don't feel safe in and outside of the center of my site. I had been kept up all night hearing verbal and physical abuse that the neighbors are doing on their kids. I got a chance to talk to my mom and get a reality check. This happens all over the world, across cultures, all education levels. It's been hard to handle but I'm trying to deal with it because running from it isn't exactly something you can run away from. However, this isn't exactly something that can be solved either...people have been doing this for decades/centuries and change doesn't take place that fast.
There's a lot to work out, but it's a phase and as my friend Nicole says, "you're just moving, right? I mean, you moved from the states to Nicaragua, and now you're maybe just moving another 5 blocks away!" What I'd do without her!
And mom, if you're reading this, thanks for always having my back and being my rock!
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You're doing an amazing job, Joanna. You're one of the strongest people I know... keep it up... I know how hard it is to witness all of this.
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