One November day, an instinctive gesture — provoked and without consequences — marked the beginning of my Calvary. Five legal proceedings, including one criminal case, my removal from home and from my children, a fault-based divorce request, and excessive financial claims.
Lawyers with no scruples, associations whose only purpose is to convince you that you are the problem and that they can “re-educate” you, and then a blanket of silence that surrounds you: your words are ignored, your identity humiliated, and you are branded for life as violent.
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