...BELEN CLINT...
In some way, my boyfriend made me feel so safe that sometimes I felt unworthy of having him by my side because he was so perfect and charming. My knight in shining armor, my tough guy who defended me from anything that came our way, even if it involved his own family.
Some of his friends were not to my liking, and at times it seemed he was making deals with people who I sensed were dangerous. He told me it was just helping his father in his reelection campaign. I didn't know much. I had always lived so removed from everyone else that I didn't know any powerful people, and in my current residence, I didn't have a TV.
Sometimes my beloved would get drunk, and at other times he was just what you'd call "a bit merry," but the way he treated me never changed. We still spent a few nights a week together, where he showed me how much he desired me.
The pleasure wasn't as I had heard—it wasn't overwhelming or sublime—though sometimes I enjoyed what we did, especially when he was sweet and affectionate. When he was rough, I couldn't take pleasure in it; it wasn't me. I was afraid he might hurt me one day, being strong and a bit wild, and that also prevented me from relaxing when the time came.
We had been together for a few months when he asked me to move in with him. It felt too soon, although it was also an opportunity to not pay rent and to save some money from my job.
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More men began to make me feel uncomfortable during my shifts. Often no one would defend me, and I started to fear leaving the place because I received several indecent proposals.
One day someone followed me, and if it weren't for my boyfriend, I don't know what might have happened. I felt so safe by his side that he seemed heaven-sent.
Later, someone tried to rob me when I was at home; someone was forcing the door, and if not for my savior, I don't know what would have happened to me.
"Love, this place isn't safe for you. You're young and beautiful; let me take care of you," I hugged him as if my life depended on it, trembling with fear, and I understood that without him, I would be in serious trouble.
"Thank you for taking care of me. I love you," I spoke with utter certainty.
"I love you too, and I’ll always take care of you. You'll be safer at home with me. Don't you love me enough to live with me?" he asked sadly while caressing my face.
"I accept living with you," I saw him smile, and I smiled too.
A week of living together was dreamlike; it was all sweetness and light, even in intimacy he was gentle with me; he was wonderful.
After a few days, some complaints began.
"Today, I expect you to cook; I won't always be ordering delivery so you can laze around here," he spoke harshly, and I nodded.
"I'll cook whatever you want, love," I spoke nervously, afraid that he wouldn't like what I made, wanting to prove that I was worthy of him.
"That's how I like you to be," he gave me a kiss and smiled.
When it was time for dinner, he had bought several things so I could cook. He asked for spaghetti with sauce; it wasn't difficult, and I was confident that I would do well to please him, but I was wrong.
I served it up eagerly and sat down across from him. I watched him nervously.
"What is this?" he looked at the food with disgust, and my appetite vanished.
"Spaghetti with sauce, love, it's what you asked for," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"You will have to learn to cook; I don't like the sauce like this," he pointed at the plate, and I nodded.
When he tasted a bit, he looked at me, offended.
"It has no flavor. What kind of garbage is this? Don't you even know salt?" I felt like crying.
"If you want, I’ll bring the salt for you," I got up from the table and went to get it.
I saw him add salt to the food with distaste and eat while looking at me angrily. He left food on the plate, got up from the table, and left without a word.
To me, the food didn't taste bad or bland, but he thought differently.
I cleaned everything I had dirtied while crying, feeling useless and ungrateful. After all, he had done for me, and I couldn’t even make him a decent meal. It hurt how he had spoken to me.
Before I had to go to my job, he arrived with a smile as if nothing had happened. I looked at him confused about what was going on with him, and that’s when he told me he would take me to work.
"Forgive me for today; I've been having some bad days because of my father's work issues; it's not with you," he took my hand and gave me a sweet look that dissipated my upset.
I smiled and kissed him before going in. He wasn't angry with me, and I wasn't useless; he'd just had a bad day, which can happen to anyone. He loved me as much as I loved him.
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2024-04-07
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