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"So you're telling me that you've been with you for the last two months. While I was wasting my time to fucking look for you Marzila. You know what that makes you?" I was doing my best with my words.
"What does that make me, Massimo? A slut? A whore who sleeps with her ex because she wanted to get laid? News-fucking-flash Massimo, but this damn world doesn't always revolves around you asshole." My wife Marzila was very disconsolate.
"No Principessa. I was going to say selfish. Why couldn't you just shoot me a text or call me? You could've saved me time and worriedness." I'm distressing because she couldn't even do any of that. I just don't understand why she couldn't do something simple to save energy.
Translation: Princess
"I'm sorry Massimo for the millionth time. I just — give me time to wrap my head around some things. Or space — whatever — so it'll be easy to talk about." Now I feel bad. I walked up to her bed and hugged her. Burying her face into my neck.
"Did you and him do any-" She didn't even let me finish, "no we didn't do anything." I look down at her. For a fact, she's telling the truth. I want to know why she just didn't let know where she was or what she was doing?
"You were gone for so long and you were with him. Why didn't you do anything with him?" She stand on her tippy toes and whisper, "Perché amore, ti amo ancora. E io sono sposato con te e voglio che questo funzioni. Perché? Vuoi che vada a letto con lui?"
Translation: Because love, I still love you. And I'm married to you, and I want this to work. Why? Do you want me to sleep with him?
Okay, that shit made me pissed off. But the fact she admitted she still loved me more overjoyed. She still loves me and wants to make this work, fucking happy about that shit. "I want to make this work too. I want to know something first?" I'm petrified to hear her answer.
"Mhm, and what's that?" She sat down on her bed and I sat beside her. "Do you... feel anything for him?" She starts biting her lip debating. "Honestly, he's also going to have my love for him because he helped me with so much. But, I love him not in love with him." Great, she loves him.
"He's also a — well more like my, baby daddy. Don't think to much of it." She informed, making me realize about Hezekiah. "You had a kid with him, I know and I can't blame you. We were over. I left you so I completely understand." Making her turn her head to me.
