There was a wave of relief at having someone understand. "That is what I told him, but he doesn't seem to put it together." It was frustrating because she was twenty-eight and she was watching her family fall apart around her and she didn't have anyone but her youngest son even talking to her. And she didn't know him either except for the things she'd learned. She was tired and it felt like no one understood until Salazar said what he did about the matter. "It's still me...apparently," she said, a bitterness in her voice.
It was difficult to accept that as a reality, being free to speak openly with anyone who wasn't her family, but then she couldn't exactly speak to them at this point. So, all things considered, she was a little relieved for it. "I am trying. It is difficult because he's always been there no matter what happened." And her temper had led to quite a few incidents where she'd said things that she shouldn't have. So perhaps her temper was to blame for the future, too, but she didn't know. "But I couldn't let him find out from someone else and I couldn't lie to him and he wished to know, so I told him."