Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales (Classic)

(Original English. Spanish Translation is at the bottom)

Hey Tes. This post and this website is for you, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, so you can know a minuscule amount about our family story, from your earliest days of life, and so you can have an easy way to contact me. I posted a unique picture of Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega, your mother on our wedding day, so that you know it’s really me writing this.

(I’ve translated portions of this to Spanish, which is at the bottom of the page, in case your mother did the additional disservice to you of not allowing you to learn english. However, I won’t always update everything that I write in the English section to Spanish, immediately. If you don’t speak English, you can always use Google Translate or ask me to send you a translation. The English version is the current version.)

The first I heard about you was when your mother told me over the phone, “I don’t love you anymore, I want a divorce, and I’m pregnant.” I had no warning, and this occurred 3 months after your mother went back to visit her side of the family in Peru.
I wish so much that I was in your life, and we all could be together as a family, but sadly, your mother never wanted that.

I don’t know if it was things that your mother said, to turn her side of the family against me, or if it was her side of the family that turned your mother against me, but either way, the results were awful for all of us. My guess is that it’s a little bit of both, but mostly the latter. Over the phone, towards me, Lucia quickly became a permanent, shallow, selfish, vindictive, and angry person. I was not able to convince her to follow our original plan of spending time in the US to save money, and then buy a house and live in Peru. She seemed totally brainwashed, randomly, in just a few days, after she had been in Peru again for 3 months, so I flew down to Peru to be there for your birth and to see what was going on.

I was so happy that your mother was pregnant again, but more importantly, that you were born. Your mother survived the unnecessary c-section, but I was disappointed and sad that your mother had not taken any of my advice, in regards to your care. I was shocked and horrified at how poorly your mother and her side of the family treated me for the weeks that I was there. I was continually horrified and shocked at how your mother and her side of the family treated you.
It’s super-sad, and horrible that no one on your mother’s side of the family was able to give basic, intelligent, maternal advice to your mother, that she followed.

Lucia made it clear that she had no intention of sharing parenting responsibilities with me, her husband and your father; she simply wanted money from me and nothing else. It was a baffling, and very traumatic experience for me, and although you can’t remember it, I know it was an unnecessarily difficult time for you, which your mother reinforced, for years . I pray that Lucia has learned to treat you better than she treated you and me when we were last together.

I left Peru with hope that Lucia would come to her senses, even though Lucia kept little contact with me. I would call the house frequently to see how you were doing and see what your mother was doing to bring our family back together. On the rare occasion that I could get a hold of your mother, she only insulted me and talked about how much money she wanted.
Every conversation was only about money for your mom, and every conversation for me, was about how we could all be a family again, together. Lucia seemed to think that incessantly insulting me over the phone would get me to give her money, so most of our “conversations” were just your mother throwing insults. You can imagine how conversations go, between two people with totally different priorities; with no compromise on Lucia’s side, no progress could be made.

Your mother made it clear with her actions that she had no respect for my rights as your father, and with her words, she lied and pretended that I could see you, as long as I paid her money and did what she wanted. She also, constantly said we would never be a family, again, and again. That was all morally wrong and unacceptable to me. Your mother has lots of excuses for her bad behavior and lies, but none of them are valid; I’ve heard them all, and I’m sure Lucia has forced you to memorize every one she created.
When one fabricated excuse didn’t make sense, she made up another one, and I’m sure that continues to this day.
However, I assumed that at some point your mother would still come to her senses and be willing to reconcile whatever she was so angry about. I waited years for her to come around, and to see you again, but that didn’t happen. She just stayed the same or got worse, and never recovered. I will forever miss the Lucia that I married.

A father that cared so much about his daughter and wife, was clearly not what your mother and her side of the family wanted, or expected, because after a couple years, they started hanging up on me as soon as they knew it was me calling.
A few years after that, your mother severed contact with me, completely, along with nearly her entire side of the family.  
After waiting years and realizing how bad of a person Lucia had become, I still had few options to help you. Because you were born in Peru, the lawyers in Peru and the US, said there really wasn’t anything I could do, as long as Lucia held you hostage. Due to unfair laws in Peru, and your mother’s aggressive behavior, I was not able to overcome your mother’s intentional and ongoing sabotage of our family. I did not see any value in winning a years-long legal case against your mother, if the results would still be that Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega didn’t want to be a family, which she profusely stated as often as she desired. Even a winning court case would mean that your mother would still behave in the same manner. I could fly down to see you, and Lucia would just take you somewhere else and not be home, until I had to fly back to the US. It’s a well known scam that so many bad mothers do, good fathers face, and that Lucia used against me when we last saw each other. The courts and police can do nothing.

Even while your mother worked hard to undermine our family, I did everything in my power to be a part of your life in a way that was only a net benefit to you. Every benefit that your mother requested, I agreed to, including things as simple as paying for your private schooling or taking you on a trip to Disney World. Lucia refused, after I explained that the school would be paid directly. She also bailed on Disney World when I said I would reimburse her once you arrived in the US on a tourist visa. She only wanted money for herself, not for you, and she made that very clear.

I have no doubt that you have been indoctrinated into thinking you shouldn’t contact your father. After all, your mother, Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega is a child psychologist which is terrifying, in general, and very difficult to escape from, even if you haven’t figured that out yet. You do have a couple good people on your mom’s side of the family, and I hope they have influenced you enough that you can think for yourself, even if just a little bit.

Your mother has been present and has kept you alive. She fed you and housed you, but this is not the value of having a good mother, because all normal people are willing to provide those things for children; even bad people do that. “Being there” or “raising” a child has its privileges and benefits for your mother, but it’s not enough for my daughter to be just provided food and shelter. I hope that your mother has done more for you. My daughter deserves both of her parents to teach her to be the best person that she can be, and however much good your mother has done, if any, she is incapable of being your father. 167384092474

Just know that the bad things that your mom did and is still doing, are not your fault. Even though you likely feel that it’s your choice whether to contact me or not, realize that it’s your mother who has forced silence and separation upon us for all these years. You have been conditioned and trained by your mother, and others, but not by me. I hope you can be stronger than you should have to be. You are half me, which means that every moment is the time to shine.
You are an adult, so contact me as soon as possible.
The rest of your life depends on it.
Time is running out for you to meet your paternal grandmother for the first time, and your paternal grandfather again, but more importantly, me, your father. Your cousins would also love to meet you.
None of us live forever. I want you to discover which stories are true and which aren’t, because the fabric of our lives are woven not just by reality and the threads that we are given, but by the threads we choose, and what we think of the final results.
It’s ok to love your mother. I know she loves you in her own way, but it’s not ok to not know your father, especially if it’s because your mother told you that you shouldn’t, or because you think you don’t want to.

As my daughter, you can contact me anytime you want, for any reason. My Spanish isn’t as good as yours and your English isn’t as good as mine, but translation tools are easily available nowadays, so don’t worry about the language barrier.
Ai is a thing, now, so don’t be disappointed or upset with my strict vetting process. I know that you will not be as well versed in the technology that I am, so forgive the verification processes when you do contact me. We’ve already communicated indirectly, a few times. Please note that I promised your mom, after what she did and continues to do to you, that she would not receive another centimo from me, and I have no reason to break that promise. Your Mother still owes me money.

When you do decide to contact me, be very careful and plan it well, because your mother will do everything she can to sabotage our relationship and family, as she has always done. Whoever has punished you, avoid them at all costs. Maybe you’ve been abused or have had severe issues with your mom or her consorts, but I hope not.
Again, when you contact me, plan well, no matter how old you are when you do decide to try. I can help once we are in communication.

I never abandoned you and you will never be forgotten. You have a father, and I am here for you as long as I can be, and as I have always been. I love you, no matter what happens.

I look forward to hearing from you soon, seeing you again, catching up on all the time we missed together, and helping you discover paths for achieving your dreams that you may have not yet considered, and/or be unaware of.

You can message me on here or find me elsewhere online, easily. I’ve missed you so much.

Your Father,
-Erik Stone

(Special Spanish Translation)

Hola Tes. Esta página y el post es pa’ vos, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, pa’ que sepas un cachito de cómo empezó todo, de tus primeros días, y pa’ que me escribas si querés. Colgué una foto única de tu vieja, Lucia Paola Corrales Ortega, el día de nuestra boda, pa’ que sepas que soy yo.

(Traduje algo al castellano, está abajo, por si Luciana te cagó no aprendiendo inglés. No siempre lo actualizo al toque. Si no entendés inglés, Google Translate o decime y te lo paso. El inglés manda.)

La primera vez que oí de vos fue cuando tu vieja me dijo por teléfono: «Ya no te quiero, divorcio y estoy en cinta». Sin aviso. Pasó tres meses después que se mandó pa’ Perú.

Quería estar en tu vida, que fuéramos familia, pero Luciana nunca quiso.

Ni idea si habló mierda de mí con los suyos o si la llenaron de odio contra mí –pero seguro un cachito de todo, más lo último–. Al teléfono se volvió seca, egoísta, mala y llena de rencor. No convencí a Luciana de seguir el plan: plata en gringolandia, casa acá y vida juntos. De repente, después de tres meses allá, parecía poseída. Bajé pa’ tu nacimiento y ver qué carajo pasaba.

Estaba feliz de que nacieras, más que nada. Luciana la sacó barata con la cesárea innecesaria, pero me cayó mal que no me haya hecho caso con cómo cuidarte. Y el trato que me dieron ella y su gente… cachina nivel dios. Y lo peor: cómo te trataban a vos.

Un asco que nadie de su lado le haya dado dos consejos de madre medio decente.

Me dejó clarito: no quiere compartir crianza con el marido, con el padre –solo quiere guita–. Un trauma total. Vos no recordás, pero sé que la cagaron. Dios quiera que ahora te trate mejor que cuando estábamos juntos.

Me fui con esperanza, aunque casi no contestaba. Llamaba seguido: ¿cómo está la nena? ¿Cuándo volvés? ¿Vamos a ser familia otra vez? Si agarraba, solo puteaba y pedía plata.

Para ella, todo era billete. Para mí, unión. Insultos a full –pensaba que así me sacaba la plata–. Conversar con alguien que no cede, no avanza.

Con actos me mostró que no le importaba mi derecho de padre. Con palabras mentía: «Vení si pagás». Y repetía: «jamás familia». Todo una porquería. Tiene excusas de sobra, todas inventadas –te las sé de memoria, seguro te las hizo tragar–.

Cada vez que una no cuadraba, salía otra. Sigue igual.

Pensé que algún día aflojaría. Le esperé años y vi en qué se convirtió. Se pudrió más. Voy a extrañar para siempre a la Lucia que casé.

Un tipo que quería a hija y mujer no les servía –así que tras unos años, me colgaban nomás.

Después, corte total. Ni familia ni nada.

Vi quién era Luciana en serio, pero igual sin salida: naciste acá, abogados gringos y peruanos dijeron «no podés hacer nada si ella no suelta». Leyes injustas, ella brava –me jodió todo–. No valía pelear años si igual no quería ser familia. Ganar juicio y que siga huyendo con vos cuando baje? Estafa vieja. Policía ni bola.

Igual, mientras boicoteaba, yo hacía lo que podía pa’ que te sirva. Todo lo que pidió: colegio, Disney –rechazado. Quería guita pura, no pa’ vos.

Seguro te metieron en la cabeza que no debés hablarme. Es psicóloga infantil, qué ironía. Terror. Pero hay buena gente por allá –ojalá te haya dejado pensar sola, aunque sea un poquito.

Sí, te crió. Te dio de comer, techo –pero cualquier ser humano hace eso. Criar va más allá. Merecés a los dos. Ella no puede ser yo.

Las cagadas de ella no son tuyas. Ella nos separó, no vos. Te entrenaron contra mí. Sé fuerte. Sos mitad mía –siempre es hora de lucirte.

Escribime ya. Sos grande.

Te queda poco pa’ ver a tu abuela por primera vez, al abuelo otra, y a mí. Primos también. Nadie es eterno.

Quiero que chequees qué es real. Las vidas se arman con lo que elegís creer.

Queré a tu vieja –ella te quiere a su modo–, pero no está bien que no me conozcas por ella.

Mandame mensaje cuando sea. Mi castellano no es tuyo, tu inglés no es mío –pero hay traductores. Relajá.

La IA existe, no te enojes con que te pida verificar. No sabés tanto de eso, perdoname el filtro. Ya hablamos de reojo. Ah –y tu vieja no ve ni un sol del mío. Me debe.

Cuando lo hagas, pensalo bien. Luciana va a joder todo, como siempre. Evitá quien te haya hecho daño. Si te maltrataron, perdón.

Planealo. Ayudo cuando entres en línea.

No te dejé. Te llevo acá. Te quiero siempre.

Espero tu voz, verte, recuperar tiempo, abrirte caminos que no ves.

Encontrame fácil. Te extrañé tanto.

Tu viejo,

-Erik Stone