Now it's my turn to talk about her and extend myself on everything in our relationship: origin, important events, determining fights. But maybe what's most primary is starting by describing her. What can I say about a beautiful girl under 30 years old in the splendor of her body with an enormous sexual impetus? She's not a nymphomaniac nor anything less, but she loves sex, and despite losing her virginity to me, that wouldn't last as something exclusive for much time...it didn't take long before we had our first fight and separation, only to get back together six months later and find out she'd gotten involved with another guy, the typical one who denies having feelings. And not to extend myself unnecessarily by repeating the same thing, it's enough to say that this happened three more times, and each time she accumulated several guys for my torment at the moment, but didn't prevent me from getting back together. I believed love was stronger, I kept telling myself sex was something biological, nothing that should make me feel bad about her exploring...but there was a point, a moment in the night, lying in bed with her sleeping beside you, when the image would flood your brain and leave you paralyzed with a cold shiver, a humiliation that seemed to cover you like a mask everyone could see, the image of her, my love, my little one, the beautiful girl I saw so innocent and virginal: kneeling in front of him, that guy who always fell short for me, with frenzied gaze, something violent in his treatment, menacing, and whom you'd have to cross paths with in the neighborhood again and again, and it bothered you to cross paths with your wife because he looks at her, and she knows he looks at her, and you know she knows and he knows you know, and you don't decide anything because you're afraid, because you know that behind your act, your car, your elegant clothes, your bank account, your beautiful woman, there's a coward, a cuck, someone who prefers to hand over his wife to him rather than confront him like a man, because he knows it's just a fantasy A complex of inferiority deeply rooted in your mind is very real for you, he is a man more than you, and deserves to take your wife just like she deserves it too, and you enjoy without fear of what they'll say about your role on the side, being the happiest husband in the world...
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