El Re-encuentro

Today, Friday, I woke up disheveled, with severe stomach pains. I called Mrs. Romina (who was in the clinic) and told her what was happening to me. She asked me to get an extraordinary permit to leave during quarantine and go to a hospital. Since I didn't have much money for a taxi, I called my eldest son to pick me up. The permit took 8 hours and my pains were already subsiding. Maybe it was menopausal syndrome. I don't know, I've always been irregular with my menstrual cycles. A car stopped in front of the house, I looked out the window and saw my ex-husband getting out of the car. My eldest son had played a bad trick on me, he always wanted me to go back to his father and I think he found the perfect excuse for forcing an encounter between us. My husband helped me down the stairs, looking very contrite. I explained that he also got the permit to take me away. Apparently my son couldn't come (I doubt it). We put on masks and went to the public hospital in San Isidro. They treated me with all the protocols and gave me some medications for stomach pain that I no longer felt. The doctor sent me for a series of tests and told me to come back later to rule out doubts. I couldn't confirm if it was menopause-related until I saw the results. Joaquín, my ex, took me back home. He accompanied me to the door and started begging me to go back with him. I said no, that something had broken inside of me. I hugged him and he began to cry like a child. It was horrible to see an adult man break down from love. I always saw him as a strong and secure person. To get out of the bad moment, I promised him I would think about it. That please give me some air and maybe we could find a solution. In the end, he was the father of my children and I had to consider him. We started kissing with the passion of our first years of marriage and one thing led to another. He penetrated me from behind door...while we were doing it I couldn't stop thinking about Andresito. The difference was noticeable. His belly bothered me and the flaccidity of his penis made it come out very often. It was hard for me to reach climax. I felt like his legs were trembling and with a long, inhuman effort, his semen droplets came out. I kissed him again and he left with a certain air of pride that annoyed me. I felt nausea again and at that moment I realized I didn't want to see him again. When I entered the kitchen I saw Andresito having breakfast and I was happy to see him.