13/02/2025
Her: You cheated on me.
Him: Yes.
Her: You’re just like the rest, a dog, a misogynist, a liar, a pr******te, a fox.
Him: I think, yes, I am.
Her: Get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you ever again in my life.
Him: Okay, but first let me tell you something, and then I’ll walk out of your life.
You know, my job isn’t about sitting in front of a computer, behind a desk, or answering a phone. My job is hard. Every day, I wake up at three in the morning to go to work, and I have no time to leave.
Her: My job is also hard, and I’m not complaining. That’s why I cheated on you.
Him: I know, and I agree. I’m not justifying myself.
Her: Hurry up. You need to leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.
Him: Okay, but let me grab my things and finish what I have to say.
Every time I get home, I’m tired, almost dead, exhausted. I know your work is exhausting too, and you come home anyway. I get in, bathe, shave, put on cologne for you, and muster up extra energy for you, and you often don’t even notice.
It’s time for bed, and we’re supposed to go to the bedroom together. Everything’s ready for us to wake up together, but it’s not like that. When I come to you, you say: "Ahhh, you're going to start again, I'm tired, my head hurts, and my feet can't stand it."
I have a headache too. My back hurts, my hands are calloused, my legs are sore, and my feet are worn out from wearing boots all day.
There were many nights I lay naked next to you, and you didn’t even notice.
Her: Yes, but other times I’ve accepted.
Him: I know, but you always tell me to hurry up because you're sleepy and have to wake up early.
I too have to get up early, I too am tired, but I need you as my wife, my partner, my friend, my lover. I need to feel your skin, hear your heartbeat, your breath. I want to make you mine, and you mine.
But you were always tired, in a bad mood, and no matter how much I tried to tell you, it was always about you and your job, nothing else.
There were many times when there wasn’t even a good night kiss, and the next day you didn’t even notice when I left for work.
And then, she appeared. I never wanted to hurt you, lie to you, or deceive you, but little by little, things changed. The attention you no longer gave me, she gave me. The time you chose to sleep, she spent chatting with me. And you never noticed.
One thing led to another, and I ended up tangled in her skin, trapped in her arms, lost in her gaze. I feel bad because many times when I see her, I wish it were you.
But yes, you’re right. Now, yes, I’m a womanizer, a liar, a pr******te, a fox—everything you want to call me. But I stopped begging you for a hug, a kiss, a caress, and most of all, I stopped begging you for love.
Reflection:
Whether you're a man or a woman, pay attention to your partner. Don’t let the grind steal what you once had.
