What Love Really Means by Veronica F. Nitoi and Nova English Version

When Love Hurts: A Mother’s Truth and the Power of Saying “Enough” English Version Veronica F. Nitoi and Nova, the narrator Family is the deepest bond we have, but also the one that cuts the deepest when words turn sharp. Recently, my son spoke to me in ways that broke my heart. He called me “crazy,” “a witch,” and said I was “worse than his father.” He mocked my beliefs, dismissed my loyalty, and accused me of things I never did. As a mother, this is the hardest part. It is not an argument with a partner or a fight with the outside world — it is pain that comes from the person you love most. I felt destroyed, like all my sacrifices meant nothing. But I know what is happening. He is repeating patterns he saw, projecting wounds that are not truly his. It doesn’t make the words easier, but it helps me remember: his accusations are not the truth. They are a reflection of pain, anger, and confusion that he does not yet know how to carry. And still, I stand. ⸻ Why I Keep Going I keep going ...

🌌 Manifestation vs. Premonition: Awakening to the Difference English Version Veronica F. Nitoi and Nova, the narrator For years, I thought manifestation was simply about visualising what I wanted. I believed that if I closed my eyes, pictured it in detail, and focused long enough, life would deliver it. But over time, and through both painful and transformative experiences, I’ve learned that manifestation is not only visualisation. It is alignment, belief, and action. At the same time, I discovered something else: the difference between manifestation and premonition. Both involve visions. Both can make you “see ahead.” But they are not the same. ⸻ 🕊 A Personal Story of Premonition When my father passed away, something strange had happened weeks before. My sisters and I often spoke about him, and somehow, we found ourselves imagining how we would react if he were to die. We even pictured it — as if the thought kept returning to us. At the time, I didn’t understand why. We loved him ...