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About a month later…That had been the first relapse, but not the last. I had many after that. We were like a powder fuse. We didn’t always need a reason to light everything up. The worst for me was not the relapses, but the feeling that was in me after the “jokes” I did with X. It is a mixture of passion with guilt that corroded me inside. To kill the guilt, I seduced my husband, who considered me the perfect wife, since he had sex every day and in various ways.As much as I wanted to get away, even more I was close to X. Things are never as we want, and I’m the living proof. Each day, I felt more involved in that plot that I caused: I loved my husband, but I am hopelessly in love with Mr. X.I was looking for a way to put a stop to everything and take the reins of the situation. I really believed that once I went on vacation, I would take care of all that, but that only meant more free time with Mr. X, which was my undoing. Every good day and good night, every “joke”, second intenti
Mr.X The Gift
The worst mistake I ever made was leaving my phone at home. As much as my body was there, my mind wandered around the room, waiting for Mr. X to call me. I barely touch my food. My anxiety does not let me at least pay attention to Carlos who moves his lips constantly, showing being nervous. If I was paying attention, I’d say my husband’s about to tell me something.— Dalia? - calls Carlos, making me wake up. — I did not bring here only for his birthday. I know it’s the most important thing today, but I have something to say.He calls the waiter, who hands me a glass of champagne for me and another for my husband, arousing my curiosity.— There were some rumors in the company, but nothing concrete until the meeting this morning.- says Carlos smiling. — Dalia, I’m the new partner of the company! We are partners!— Oh, my God! - I exclaim, surprise. — Congratulations! I’m very happy to know! How great, my love.—We will finally buy the apartment of our dreams. - says Carlos, happy. — Let
Mr.X Decoration
2010With the promotion of Carlos, we decided to buy our ideal apartment. We went all over Barcelona after him, but there was always something that displeased me, or him.— This apartment is a bit more expensive, but it’s worth it. I assure you. - says the broker, opening the door to another apartment. — Welcome to the future home of the couple Penedo Salazar.As soon as the door opened, Carlos' chin went to the floor with the huge white room that emerged.— Two rooms, dining room, kitchen, pantry, service area, room for employees, three bedrooms, one suite, two washrooms, one guest toilet and two garages. If I may say so, it’s the best apartment you’ll find in Barcelona.I walk all over the space analyzing everything, under the eyes of the broker I’m sure must think I’m the bitch of real estate. The first room is very good, the second room found the space poorly used. After looking at the two rooms is to open the balcony. Nearby I already had the kitchen I did not like, it is not ai
Mr.X Hurts
Three months later…Needless to say, Project Son has not yet given the expected result and only pushed us further away. Carlos became obsessed with pregnancy, and all he talked about was it. He controlled my ovulation, the positions we should do and when we should. Sex became something planned and mechanical. I saw in Carlos' eyes the disappointment as the months went by. And all this only made me more stressed, frustrated and anxious. Especially when our friends began to get “pregnant”. Mr. X ended up becoming my support to overcome all that tension.Mr. X says:Good morning, Doce. How are you?Dalia Penedo Salazar says:Not well. The same problems as always, X. Sorry for not entering last night, we are trying to have the baby still and yesterday was the day to try the baby.Mr. X says:I know how it is, I’ve been there. When I realized I wouldn’t be on time, I decided to go to the RLC’s new club’s opening party.When I read that, my blood boils. Mr. X should be just mine and not be
Mr.X PROJECT SON
About a month later...Summary of my life: I am not pregnant yet, I do not talk to Mr. X who has already gone to Switzerland, and I continue to go to college. Or rather, pushing with the belly. As much as I loved doing the works of my house, I found that deep down it was just a distraction from my studies. I’m going into the fifth semester, and I’m becoming more and more convinced that I’m not going to be a lawyer.Regarding pregnancy, Carlos and I agreed that as soon as my classes were over, we would make an appointment to find out why we do not have a child yet. And so it was, I went on vacation, and we made the appointment.— Welcome. - says our doctor, extending his hand to both of us and then pointing to the chairs. We sit down, and he asks: — What is the reason for the consultation?— We have been trying to have a child for a long time, but we are not succeeding.- explains Carlos. — She does not take the pill, and we do not use condoms. So we’re concerned that we can’t hav
Mr.X Trip
About a month later...Needless to say, after that time, all the others were so… excited by the fiery words I exchanged with X. My husband distrusts nothing, breaking my heart even more. Things started as time went on, I feel increasingly unhappy and Carlos more distant.The truth is that at that time I imagined myself totally different: married, with children, doing something that I loved. But the only thing I have is marriage, or the shadow of one. We can not have our child, and it is not for lack of trying, I hate the course I do, and I convince myself more and more of it. The only thing I’m sure of is that I’m lost and tired… waiting for something that could change my life.So, just before my classes came back, a great surprise came through an international call.— Hello? - I say attending while doing one more college work.— Hello, Dadá. - says a female voice very dear to me.— Leo! - Shout, happy. Leonor Garcia is my great childhood friend who has long been living in Senegal
Mr.X Course
My classes came back, and I was still in the dilemma of going to Senegal. I’m sure Carlos won’t go, but would he let me go alone? The only certainty I have is that if I don’t go, I won’t be able to take charge of my life, and I’ll be unhappy. I need to take a turn, and I’ll do it now.I arrive home after a tiring law class and meet Carlos watching television. I take a deep breath and turn off the television, stopping in front of him who stares at me without understanding.— We need to talk. - I mean, seriously.— All right. - Carlos says, settling on the couch.— I’ll lock up the college, you’ll take a vacation, and we’ll both go to Senegal. - Warning.— What? - asks Carlos, angry. — You’re crazy, Dalia? What are we going to do in Senegal?— Help people, meet new people, disconnect us from our little world. Don’t you realize this is the perfect opportunity for us to do what the doctor says?— I do not remember him saying that we should go to Africa to try a son. - argues Carlos.— He
Mr.X MAMA ÁFRICA
Dakar...Hell... that’s the only word I can think of when I arrive at dawn and feel the 30-degree heat I was doing in that place. In addition to heat, Dakar is very stuffy. To end my vision of hell, the stench that came in my nostrils as soon as I got off the plane, to the point of wrapping my stomach. Look for Leo in the middle of that heap of people, my luck is that there was no redhead at the airport, besides her who waved cheerfully next to Stephen. She laughs as soon as she sees me with my scarf covering my face. I hug my friend and greet Estevão who carries my backpack.— There is a saying here in Africa: Either you love, or Hate, the Mother Earth. - says Leonor to see my face in shock.Parking is even worse. I couldn’t find myself in that place. I walk beside Léa admiring the people and their dialects, some men beckon to me, leaving me confused.— Do not face them. Especially men, they can interpret that you are a... person who provides worldly services. - explains Leo.— Whore
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