"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned"
Here is the latest installment in the series "Two men, a way." As you know, some time ago I met a Frenchman, then a English, and started out with both at once. Eventually you end up with both, in the case of French that I did not deserve to treat him so badly, in the case of English because I did not deserve to treat him so well. So, here I'll tell you why I lasted so long with English and why it took me so long to see it.
From the first time that English girlfriend said I had, I thought "this is just for one night." I threw myself into the adventure because I figured it would be only physical and temporary. But the first morning together, I woke up with a loving kiss. That was the first time I realized that the English had two sides, one visceral and insensitive, another loving and handsome. For narrative purposes, we call the first side The Bastard and second The Confused.
After the first night, I imagined that the English do not write me or anything, was quiet with the idea of \u200b\u200bnever seeing him again. But the next day I received a text message from him asking how he was. Why do you write to me if you have a girlfriend? Does she think that send text messages girlfriend is taking it? Is that English is confused? That kind of behavior, send messages, be loving, is part of the Conquest . Are we surprised? A English conquering America?
That weekend she invited me home, I went along and accepted the invitation. Are we surprised? Any American India falling into the trap of a conqueror? That night I thought for a second, suddenly English is not that bastard, but . We were in the middle of a conversation, I was talking and suddenly I interrupted, "give me a second," he said. He stopped, reached for his cell phone and called his girlfriend. Chapeau! [1] Not only was he called to say hello, but it also set up a good ten minutes to count the stories of the day. I should have stopped, I should have given a slap by mamahuevo and go. But then I thought and I said, you have to stand up and slap his girlfriend. I at least I was always aware of the situation, that India's poor are getting screwed much worse.
The following Saturday I was back at home. The Confused received me with all the hospitality of the world was warm and this time even bother to call Wendy, his girlfriend, before I arrived. We went to a party and between drinks The Confused I released the next pearl, " if this continues it will become something else" . It seemed as if the English were confused, and I was confusing to me.
The next morning appeared The Bastard . "I hope you're clear that this is temporary, I'm so in love with my girlfriend." I was so offended the way I said it, like I was stupid. For starters, I never said I did not understand anything from me. If someone had to give clarification was me, so I said "enough for me to know that you have a girlfriend for no falling in love with you. "
Yes I confess I was confused at some point. For example, one day I was alone at home thinking of him and turning to our own history as the naive teenager. I realized I was thinking like a typical woman, and I do not ever let me be the typical woman's box. "Adriana Bello Russián Valley, in the name of Plato, do not be distracted, he is nobody, get real fucking." To reinforce my belief that English is only a bastard, I went online and got the detective try to find out who was his girlfriend. All I knew is that is Peruvian, has 10 years older than me and works as a waitress in Madrid. I fell into a picture of them in Peru. When I saw it I thought, " Have you got to be shitting me!" .
Wendy Sulka Imagine in 20 years malacabada by drugs, so is the girlfriend of English. What I could fall so low? How could I have believed for a moment that I could choose me? I wound by a someone who prefers to Wendy Sulka, the waitress of 35 years in Madrid on me. Life is Shit.
The big question is, why I went with him for four weeks? I will not lie, because I was stupid . I thought I could control the situation, really wanted to see if you can go out with someone and control their emotions enough to not roll. Although right now I am safe from all, at some point I did think " if only ..." . I rolled up as the very stupid. The letters were not in my favor. To begin with, this man has a chemical that attracts me too, its smell, taste, etc. If we add that The Confused I got to like the loving and caring he was, was playing with fire. If I feel stupid and deceived ( Scorned) , is because I took too long to realize that that side of him, loving, caring and confused , never existed. It was just a strategy on their part to keep me hooked on his game. In the end he stays with it. I embarrassed, and he sure will marry, Wendy have children and will never read this post.
My friends played a huge role in this experience. Each took one side, some went down the path of " not think so, enjoy it and go. You are strong ". Others tried to console me with "you never know " . Almost all told me what I already knew, " you deserve more, let that jerk" . I especially thank Mrs. Silly by eternally wise advice about the English male culture.
is a general culture which does not learn from somebody else. Of these four weeks I lived and learned many things, no regrets. If I'm honest, this is the first time I go out with a mamahuevo of this magnitude. There was only one before him was a bastard, but I really take my hat off to The English .
My history with the English ended. If anything was an open window, this post serves as my atomic bomb to end it all.
[1] Chapeau in French means "hat." In French, instead of saying "hats off" to express your amazement at an event, saying only "hat", chapeau.
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