Divorcio, acto de amor propio.

Divorcio, acto de amor propio.

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Podría escribir está historia diciendo que es ficticia, pero muchas veces la realidad supera la ficción. Si estuve dos años conviviendo con Ricardo y me case, ya que si el deseaba tener hijos le dije que mínimo debíamos estar casados. Personalmente para mí tener hijos nunca fue una opción ya que no me gustan los bebés. A los 5 meses de ese suceso que no fue agradable más bien estresante y poco romántico no hubo luna de miel. Lo mejor que podría haber hecho, habría sido no casarme, pero el error ya estaba hecho, entonces me divorcie. Durante el proceso de antes se casarme que estaba muy triste y confundida, llevando una mochila pesada, con quién no hablaba con nadie no tenía amigas y mi familia no la quería preocupar, nunca supieron lo que me pasaba. Pero como mujer sola e independiente que vivía en otro país lo supe hacer a mi manera y me divorcie de una persona que no me amaba.
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This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

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