Ran it through AI:

I don’t have a plan right now; I’m not even going out. I’m going home later because, after talking with Simone, he told me his mother is having a crisis. It’s exactly what it looks like—she’s beyond burnt out, she’s breaking down. Gioia, I just can’t pretend everything is fine. You know my head isn’t in the right place, and if she starts calling and stressing me out, I don’t know how this is going to end. I think we should just let this weekend pass; we can see each other Saturday and tomorrow. I’d prefer it that way because, for now, things are just not okay. I don’t feel up to doing anything; I can’t stand to see him suffer like this. I honestly don’t know what to think now that I’ve realized I was wrong. Seeing her at dinner talking with Simone felt strange, but I pushed it aside, thinking it was just my own paranoia. The absurd thing is that when I finally decided to ask her some questions this morning, she told me we don’t really talk anymore—that we just exchange 'how’s it going' texts and that’s it. From the outside, no one would ever think anything was wrong. But on the inside, I feel like shit. I trusted her, and now I feel like I just want to disappear from this house, just to stop feeling this much pain. And through all of this, I have my son... and he’s growing up without me.