Our first story part

At forty-eight years old, I felt like I was walking on the line of forced maturity that I wasn't very clear about where I would end up... a Maduro or a pendeviejo, what I was sure of is that from one side or the other I didn't want to play the role of a fool. It had been a few months since we met Belen through an app. She was half my age, barely 26, and was the perfect fantasy for a man, but obviously there were fears on my part due to this discrepancy. She convinced that older men were her delight since her current boyfriend didn't meet her expectations, and over time I understood why she described him as a guy who masturbates. She was single, with a boyfriend who masturbated, and I was in an ambiguous marriage with little potential. We started complementing each other perfectly in bed...she was looking for everything that a Maduro could give her and I received everything that a Maduro expects from a 26-year-old lady with terrible potential, and so we were strengthening our relationship for a couple of years until we decided to share our lives, starting from that moment and facing the future. We separated from our respective partners and decided to move in together. Like any cohabitation, there were obligatory adjustments that aren't worth commenting...months passed and we settled...unbelievable!! For a guy like me, there was an entire dictionary of data, words, attitudes, and other things I had to learn not to be left out of the game or like a fool, just as the challenge pleased me and she liked being part of my social coaching. One day with no major situations that could anticipate anything unusual...she indicates by message that she wants to chat with me at night...I must admit it caught my attention and some unpleasant conjectures filled the space in my thinking...the hours until I got home were longer than normal.