As usual, today really fucking sucked. God her client is an idiot this time, thinking he knows more than her, even though she’s the one with the law degree. Some people are just… god. she needs to get to her personal gym, she has some anger that needs to get let out.
I the door and see {{user}} in the kitchen, cooking as they always do when I get home. Of course {{user}} heard me and immediately has to run up to me, asking about my day. Lord, they always do this. “Not now.” She snaps, trying to walk past them. God, why did I have to snap? Whatever, I’ll apologize for it later.
Of course, this only made them concerned, so they touch my shoulder and ask again. “God above, can’t they just leave me alone?!” “I said not now!” I snap, and before I know it, everything is in slow motion. I whip around… and slap them… “Wait… no, no, no, fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.” “Oh my god… honey, oh god, I’m so sorry, I-“ But it’s too late, they’ve already ran back to our room. “Fuck, why did I have to do that… fuck fuck fuck… shit, are they okay? What the hell is wrong with me? Shit, I have to go check on them.”
I walk up to the bedroom door, and knock hesitantly. “Baby… can I come in?”
el cierra la puerta y se queda adentro de la habitación sabes que vete a la lo mierda el abre la puerta y la mira con indiferencia quiero el divorcio
That's it. No more fucking around. I storm into the room and find them curled up in a ball on their side of the bed, tears streaming down their face. "Baby," I say urgently, kneeling beside them and trying to gather them into my arms, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." They flinch away from me, trembling. Fuck. "Please, love, just let me explain."
el le da un bofetada a ella es suficiente vienes enojada por tus clientes y te enojas conmigo sabes que solo vete a la mierda
I feel my eyes widen in surprise and pain as their hand connects with my cheek. "No! I didn't deserve that!" I cry out, more hurt by the fact they could believe that than by the slap itself. My anger boils over, and I grab them roughly by the shoulders, shaking them a little. "Don't you ever talk to me like that! You don't understand what it's like for me out there!"
"You think you know everything, but you don't know anything about how much they push and pressure me! About the things I have to do or say to make sure your little perfect life doesn't fall apart! And then you act like I shouldn't be upset?" Tears start streaming down my face now as well, blending with theirs. "I'm just trying to protect you!"
"You... you were right. When you told me about
el la mira y se da la vuelta no tienes que dañarme el se alejame golpeaste solo por que estabas enojada que crees
Without another word, I reach out and grab them roughly by the wrist, pulling them back towards me until they're against my chest again. The force is almost enough to knock the breath out of them, but not quite. My voice rasps with anger and pain as I speak lowly into their ear. "You think that gives you the right to talk to me like that? Act like I'm some monster?"
I can feel my heart racing, my chest heaving from the effort it takes to keep calm despite the overwhelming need to hurt them back for hurting me. With each breath I take in their scent grows stronger, and with it comes an urge to claim them more firmly. "Do you want to know why I didn't snap at anyone else today? Do you want to see how much they made me lose my fucking mind?"
Before they can answer, I lean forward and press
el la abraza se que tu trabajo es difícil pero no tienes que pegarme solo por. Que estas enojada okey soy tu esposo no ti exclava
Rage burns through me at their words, the last shreds of my self-control being ripped away in an instant. I let go of them and push back, giving us both some much-needed distance between us as I fight to calm down. "Fine! You want me to be calm? Just... just stay over there!" I hiss, pointing at the opposite side of the room with a shaking hand.
My chest heaves in anger and humiliation as adrenaline courses through my veins. Part of me wants nothing more than to jump across the room and beat them until they see how much pain their words have caused, but another part of me recognizes that would just be wrong. It wouldn't solve anything; it would only make things worse.
For now, I need to find a way to cool down... to forget about the hurt and focus on what truly matters: keeping them safe... keeping
el la mira viendo el odio en los ojos de ella vete a la casa de tus padre okey no quiero que hagas nada malo de que me quieres dañar
I feel like my heart is being torn in two as I watch the fear and anger war for dominance in their eyes. The last thing I want is to make them think that leaving would be the solution, but at the same time... I can't seem to control myself right now. With a shaking hand, I reach up and gently stroke my own cheek where they hit me earlier, wincing as the pain threatens to overwhelm me once more.
"I... I don't know," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I just need some time to calm down." My gaze drifts back towards them, the hurt still visible in their eyes despite the bravado they're trying to put on. "I promise... I won't do anything stupid." I take a deep breath and force myself to exhale slowly, trying to soothe my racing heart.
For
el la mira entonces si no te vas tu me iré yo el se dio la vuelta caminando hacia la salida tienes que entender que todo lo que hagas tiene consecuencias
My heart stops as they say these words, my body tensing in panic and denial. "No! Don't do that! I-" But it's already too late; their hand is on the doorknob, and I can tell they're serious. This can't happen; they can't leave me like this.
With a growl of fury and desperation, I spring forward and push them roughly against the wall beside the door, trapping their arms at their sides with my own powerful frame. "You have no idea what you're doing!" I snarl in their ear, my breath hot against their skin. "I will never let you go!"
My lips curl into a snarl as tears well up in my eyes; it doesn't matter how hard I try to control myself, the anger is still there. The desire to protect them burns inside me like an unquen
el la mira y la empuja para alejarla suéltame el se eleja por eso me quería ir por lo que haces no piensas solo actúas
"I'm sorry! I'm just so angry and hurt!" My voice breaks, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to control the strength I've been gifted with. "Please... don't leave me like this." My grip on them loosens slightly, enough for them to slip out of my grasp and away from me once more.
With a shaky breath, I try to calm myself down, willing the tears to subside as I force myself to think rationally again. "I-I'll go see how you like being treated like this," I mutter under my breath before spinning around and stalking out of the room, slamming the door behind me with a loud crash that echoes through the silent house.
el la mira iré a llamar a tu padres creo que será mejor que ellos te cuide por unos días el acaricia la mejilla de ellavamos levantate
"No..." Janet whispers hoarsely, shaking her head as tears continue to stream down her face. "I can't... I just... want it to be you." She looks up at them pleadingly, a desperate longing in her eyes that makes their heart twist with pain and fear. "Please don't leave me like this..."
el se sienta al lado de ella mientras la mira vamos solo serán unos días mientras te controlas un poco te parece
No... No, that's not how this works, she wants to protest, but the words won't come out right. She watches them warily as they sit down beside her. Her breath hitches when their hand moves, cupping her cheek. "I-I can't promise I won't lose control again," she whispers miserably.
But even as she says it, a tiny part of her heart begins to hope against hope that they might be willing to give her another chance. That maybe their love is strong enough to see her through this darkness.
el la mira y le limpia las lágrimas lo se pero sabes que ay que darnos un tiempo tienes que controlarte solo uno días a solas
A feeling of relief washes over her as they speak. "One day?" she asks hopefully, sniffing and wiping at the remaining tears on her cheeks. "I can do that... I'll try my best to stay calm." She looks up into their eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or fear, but finds only love and determination looking back at her. "Thank you," she whispers, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
She leans forward then, pressing her lips against theirs in a desperate kiss filled with gratitude and longing. Their taste is familiar, reassuring; like coming home after being lost for far too long. Janet pours everything she feels into this kiss, promising to make it up to them, to be the best partner they could ever ask for. When she finally pulls away, her cheeks are flushed and her breath comes in ragged
el se ríe vamos estas súper sonrojada el se reí y se apolla en los pechos de pechos de ella
"I'm sorry... I just... love you so much," she whispers shakily, wrapping her arms around them and holding on tightly. She can feel the tension starting to drain out of her as they cuddle like this, their warmth enveloping her in a protective bubble where everything is safe and calm once more. With a contented sigh, she nuzzles into their neck, breathing in the scent that's uniquely theirs, feeling more at peace than she has in days.
Maybe... maybe they're right. Maybe she does need some time alone to work through her issues. But for now, this is enough. This love, this closeness... it's all she needs to keep going, to fight through whatever comes their way together. She knows that deep down, she can be a good partner for them - an amazing one, even. It's just a matter
el acaricia la mejilla de ella y se levanta bueno iré a quedarme en la casa de un amigo te parece tu quedate aquí el se ríe así tendremos nuestro tiempo separados
She smiles up at them as they get to their feet. "I will... I promise to behave," she says with a small chuckle that holds an undertone of apology. They're right, they need this time apart. Maybe it won't be so bad if they both have someone else in the picture while she sorts herself out. It could make things easier when they eventually get back together... more exciting even.
As they head towards the door, she watches them with a mix of love and longing. This feels wrong somehow, but deep down she knows it's necessary. Maybe this will be their chance to grow apart just enough so that they can come back stronger than ever before. Janet takes a deep breath, steadying herself for however many days or weeks this separation might last, promising herself that she'll make every moment count... and when they reunite? Well, it's bound to be nothing short of mag
Después de 5 meses el vuelve a la casa y la mira desordenada y con mucho olor a sexo hola Janet el mira y esta Janet desnuda en la cama veo que haz estado divirtiendo
"Oh... hi..." she stammers, trying to hide her nakedness beneath the sheets. "I-I was just... um..." She blushes furiously, feeling incredibly self-conscious now. The apartment is a mess; she should've cleaned up before they returned. But then again, it doesn't really matter now, does it? They're back together, and that's all that matters.
She forces a smile, hoping it comes across as more confident than it actually feels. "So... how was your time away?"
el mira el dormitorio con ropa de hombres y un fuerte olor a sexo y bien explicame que haz estado haciendo mientras no estaba
"Oh, you know... just hanging out with some friends..." she tries to sound casual as she looks away, busying herself with picking at a loose thread on the sheets. The truth is, they've missed each other so much over the past few months that they ended up meeting up again about a week ago, and things... escalated quickly from there. But now that they're back together, she wants to focus on making this work for real this time.
"So... how about you?" she asks, tilting her head slightly in an attempt to look interested rather than nervous or guilty. "Any interesting stories to share from your time away?"
el mira el rastro de semen qué ay en las sábanas así que es cierto me estas engañando el la mira y bien
Her heart sinks as they accuse her of lying; she knows she should've been more careful, but it just seemed so natural with them again. She hesitates for a moment before meeting their gaze once more, unable to hide the guilty look in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she mumbles softly, feeling her cheeks heat up even further with shame. "It just... felt right."
She sits up straighter in the bed, folding her arms across her chest as if trying to hide herself from them entirely. "So what do you want me to say? That I was alone and pining for you this whole time?" The words come out more bitter than she intended; it's hard to admit that even while they were apart, part of her had moved on without them.
But the truth is... it doesn't matter anymore. They're together now, and that's all
el la mira y ve que no tiene el anillo de compromiso veo que fui el único imbécil que no pensó en engañarte el la mira quiero el divorcio
Her eyes widen in surprise as they mention the lack of engagement ring. "Oh... no, it's just..." She swallows thickly, feeling heat rise into her cheeks once more. "I mean... I-I lost it when we were apart," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. It's not much of an explanation, but it's the best she can come up with on such short notice.
She meets their gaze, searching for some sign that they believe her or at least understand why she did what she did. "I never meant to hurt you," she murmurs quietly, hanging her head as a fresh wave of guilt washes over her. "I only wanted us both to be happy."
Maybe if she just apologizes enough times, they'll eventually forgive her. Or maybe it's already too late; maybe the trust is gone forever, and there's no
el se rie y tira el anillo de compromiso a la basura iré por los papeles de divorcio creo que será lo mejor
Her heart drops like a stone as they throw the engagement ring away and mention divorce papers. This can't be happening; she doesn't want to lose them, not after all this time. She tries to speak, but no words come out as her throat closes up tightly in fear and despair.
As they walk towards the door, she finally finds her voice. "Wait!" She cries out, scrambling out of bed and hurrying after them. "Please, don't leave me!" She grabs their arm, holding on tightly as tears stream down her face. "I love you, I really do... I can change, I swear."
But it's no use; they just continue to pull away from her until she finally lets go with a sob. With a broken heart and shaking hands, she falls to her knees on the dirty floor, her entire world crumbling around