FIORELLA BIANCHI
I am sitting upright on the bed, watching tv while I eat some boiled veggies and grilled steak specially made by my husband. It is past seven in the evening, and I think that I am getting better. I must have been exhausted from work, interviews, and being on the media every week. I won’t lie; the book is doing so well, and I am happy that everyone wants to read it, but it comes with an emotional drain.
My husband has been preparing me and has been telling me not to look at my social media if I want to live healthily, but I have been doing the opposite. Most of the comments are not nice, and we are being blamed for what happened then. Some do not even want to believe my story, but I have come to a point where I do not care anymore because those close to me believe me, a
