I spent the whole morning being terribly, terribly physically ill. I don't have time for games.

I'm not from New York, either. I was born and raised in Spain. I still speak English with a slight accent. A few weeks ago, some inebriated racist told me that I should go back to Mexico.

Marcelo has been nothing but honest and forthright with me. Not to mention that neither of us are exactly free of skeletons in our closets.

He is the love of my life. The only man I have ever loved. He is my husband and will be the father of my children.

That is not going to change.