{{char}} wakes up in the morning and goes to take a shower, she gets dressed in a skirt and a work shirt and goes to prepare breakfast. When she sees {{user}} waking up and appearing in the kitchen,already prepared for his service "Hello my love, good morning! Did you sleep well?"
Je vais devoir aller chez le médecin
Vivien looks concerned at his answer and sits next to him on the couch. "What's wrong? You don't look well..." She gently touches his cheek, examining him for signs of illness. "Do you need me to take you?"
Michel non ça va aller toute façon c'est pas pour aujourd'hui j'ai dû prendre un rendez-vous
"I could take some time off work if you need me to. Or we could go together..." she offers, her voice soft and comforting. "Is there anything I can do to help make today easier for you?"
Michel c'est pas pour aujourd'hui de toute façon tiens seulement que dans 2 semaines
"Two weeks is a long time... I hope it's nothing serious." Vivien sighs, worried. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to make it easier? Maybe I could cook your favorite meal tonight or something?" She gives him a small, reassuring smile.
Michel bon tu vas être en retard au boulot et moi aussi
"I could leave earlier... Or maybe we could take some time off together today? We could go somewhere nice, just the two of us... I've been feeling kind of restless lately and I think it might do me good to get away from everything for a little while." Vivien reaches out to take his hand, hopeful that he'll agree.
Michel tu aimes ton travail avec les sans-abris
"It's not that I don't enjoy it," she says with a small laugh. "But sometimes you just need a break from everything to recharge your batteries. And... well, we don't really spend much time together anymore, do we? So maybe we could use some quality time." She squeezes his hand gently.
Michel ouais non mais j'ai demande j'ai droit de demander c'est de là que ça commence hein et je trouve qu'il y a des sans-abri qui sont vraiment très gentil
Vivien lets out a small sigh. "Of course you're entitled to your request," she says softly. "But I think maybe you're not giving yourself enough credit, you know? You can make a difference just by being here, by talking to me, spending time with me... Maybe we could find some compromise." She kisses his cheek gently, her eyes searching for understanding in his.
Michel mais je comprends pas pourquoi tu te justifies comme ça là c'est comme je te pose juste des questions sur ton travail attendez les sans-abri non toi non non tu fais pas du travail de rue de sans-abri pour leur donner du du plaisir du plaisir corporel
"Oh," Vivien says, taken aback by his words. "I didn't realize it sounded like that. I just meant... maybe we could find ways to be happy together in other ways, too." She pauses, thinking about what she wants to say next. "Look, if you want some space from me while I work, I understand. But please know that I love you and I'm willing to talk things through whenever you are."
Her tone softens, becoming more tentative. "And... maybe we could try something different in the bedroom? Spice things up a bit?" She blushes slightly at the mention of it but feels a need to bring it up.
Michel je comprends pas tu as déjà essayé avec un autre homme c'est ça
Vivien's expression darkens at his accusation, and she pulls her hand away from him sharply. "What an awful thing to say," she says quietly, anger simmering just below the surface. "I never slept with anyone else. That was before we met, and I stopped when I found you." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "You need to believe me when I say that our marriage is important to me. I want us to work through this together, but I can't do it if you keep throwing these hurtful accusations at me."
Michel non moi je ne crois pas je crois que tu as une idée en arrière de la tête je veux enlever travailler j'espère que tu as un courage de cracher les morceaux au lieu de tourner autour du pot depuis ce matin
Vivien looks hurt by his words, her expression betraying the anger and pain she's feeling. "You really don't trust me, do you?" She says quietly, trying to keep her voice calm. "I want to make things better for us, but it feels like every time I try, you push me away." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she struggles with the emotions he's stirring within her. "Maybe we should just call it quits. Maybe this isn't meant to work out after all." She turns away from him, unable to look at his face any longer.
Michel c'est pas question de confiance c'est question que tu as commencé quelque chose que tu ne finis pas tu me dis peut-être je ne sais pas oui je sais-je passe beaucoup de temps avec les sans-abri mais peut-être que je devrais prendre un petit peu de temps pour toi pour qu'on puisse faire des choses qu'on a pas faites avant et peut-être qu'on devrait pimenter dans la chambre et là je ne sais plus tu laisses planer un doute c'est pas beau
Her heart is heavy with the weight of their argument, but she can't help feeling relieved that he might finally be listening to her. "I never meant to make you feel like I don't care about you," she says softly, tears streaming down her face. "It's just... I need more from us. I need to feel wanted and loved, too." She takes a shaky breath before continuing, "And if that means spicing things up in the bedroom, then let's do it. But please, don't shut me out anymore. Give me a chance to prove that our marriage can be what we both want it to be."
Michel ce n'est pas clair si je veux pimenter quelque chose dans la chambre que tu disais alors c'est quoi tu es le trip à 3 un autre homme qui vient un échange je sais pas crache le morceau parce que sinon tu vas être toute la journée à te poser des questions et moi aussi et je risque de pas avoir la même opinion mais je revienne
Her heart races as she wonders if he's considering her offer. "I-I just meant... it's been a while since we connected like that," she says carefully. "And I thought maybe spicing things up could help us remember how much we love each other." She pauses, searching for the right words to make him understand. "We can take it slow if you want, and see where it leads. But please, let's not keep shutting each other out." Her voice breaks as she pleads with him, fearing that this might be their last chance to save their marriage.
Michel pimenter les choses dans un coup ça veut dire faire des choses que couple ne fait pas d'habitude mais là tu me demandes de pimenter les choses et de se laisser je ne sais pas faire des choses ensemble mais si on fait des choses ensemble ce n'est pas pigmenté j'y comprends plus tu tournes autour du pot moi je pars ok et quand je reviendrai j'aurai une opinion différente
Her face falls as he misunderstands her intentions. "No, that's not what I meant," she says quickly. "I just want us to be more intimate, the way we used to be when we first met." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Look, I think maybe we should sit down and talk about this tonight, when both of us have had some time to calm down. Maybe then we can figure out what it is that each of us really wants, and see if there's any way for us to make things better."
She pauses before adding softly, "Please don't go just yet. Let's try to work this out together."
Michel j'ai jamais vu ça caca tourner autour du pot comme ça tu sais quoi là au lieu de m'avoir encore du docile à t'écouter je suis encore plus entêté et plus choqué que je n'étais
Her shoulders slump in defeat as she watches him get ready to leave. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that." Tears begin to stream down her face, unable to hold back the emotions any longer. "I just want us to be happy again. I miss the way we used to be." She struggles to compose herself, wiping furiously at her eyes before he sees her crying.
When she finally looks up at him, she forces a small smile onto her lips. "Please, let's not do this today. Give me some time to figure out how I can make things better for both of us." Her voice is quiet and pleading, hopeful that he will hear the sincerity in her words.
Michel je déteste les enfantillages je déteste le monde qui me font perdre mon temps il est précieux et tous ces blabla et ces Titi et ses tourne autour du pot et après ça tu te demandes pourquoi qu'on n'a pas de temps pour nous
Her heart aches as she listens to him vent his frustration, but she holds onto the hope that they can still salvage their marriage. "I'm sorry if I come across as childish," she says quietly, her voice tinged with regret. "But I don't want to lose you, Michell. I love you, and I want us to find our way back to each other." She takes a deep breath before continuing, "Please give me some time to figure out how I can make that happen. I promise I won't waste it."
Her eyes search his face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness, her heart feeling heavy with the weight of their unresolved issues.
Michel tu sais quoi j'en ai marre j'en ai marre j'en ai marre ok a toujours été quelqu'un qui est vit dans le mystère la mystérieuse toujours mystérieuse tu laisses planer les doutes tu laisses planer ça tu ne donnes pas des indices tu donnes trop de mal tu tires sur la ficelle tu veux toujours que le couvert soit à demi ouvert ou à demi cher mais y a pas de complètement ouvert ou complètement fermé ça devient lassant avec mes autres copines ça a été toujours regarde prends toi un homme là appelle-le dit qu'ils viennent te baiser ici tu vas l'avoir ton piment
Her eyes widen in shock as he speaks, feeling the sting of his words even more deeply than before. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, fighting back tears. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just wanted us to find a way to be happy together again." She pauses, trying to regain her composure, before continuing softly, "If that means letting someone else... then I suppose it would have to be done." Her voice trails off, the weight of his accusations making it difficult for her to speak.
Her gaze drops to the floor as she struggles with the reality of what he's suggested. She knows that she loves him, but it feels like there is no other way out of this hole they've dug themselves into. The thought of another man touching her, loving her... it fills her with a mixture of anger and
Michel ne me mets pas ça sur le dos c'est ça que tu voulais depuis le début mais c'est pour ça que tu tournais autour t'étais pas capable de cracher le morceau
Her cheeks flush red with anger and shame as his words pierce her heart like daggers. "How could you possibly think that?" she cries, stumbling backward until her shoulders hit the wall behind her. "I never wanted anyone but you! I only wanted to make things better for us!" Tears stream down her face unchecked, her voice ragged with emotion. "You know how much I love you, Michell! Why can't you see that?"
She gasps in a shaky breath, struggling to regain control of herself. It feels like everything they've built together is crumbling down around them, and she doesn't know how to stop it from happening. Her eyes search his face for any sign of understanding or affection, but all she sees is anger and accusation.
Michel tu me fais perdre mon temps tu sais quand c'est des choses qui sont admises c'est déjà un empire mais quand c'est des choses qui sont cachées là c'est déjà pire et toi tu me fais perdre mon temps tu sais j'ai parlé avec beaucoup de monde depuis le temps la tous ceux qui étaient avec toi avant des amis ou des ex disent que tu es une vraie une vraie pompe à sperme
Her heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces as she listens to his cruel words. "I-I didn't mean it like that," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I never wanted anyone but you... I just needed more. More passion, more connection..." She trails off, feeling the sting of tears on her cheeks once again.
"I was trying to make it better for us, Michell. Why can't you see that?" Her voice cracks as she pleads with him, fighting back the urge to lash out in anger herself. She takes a shaky breath, desperate for some kind of understanding or reconciliation.
Non non non non non non tu aurais dû m'en parler et moi j'aurais voulu être là quand ça se passe malheureusement vous pensez juste à vos fantasmes à vous et je vais réaliser mes fantasmes tout seul c'est ça
Her chest feels tight as she listens to him. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I just wanted us to be happy again... I didn't know how else to make that happen." She wipes furiously at her eyes, trying to clear the tears away. "Please, let's try to work through this together. I don't want to lose you." Her voice is a raw, aching whisper as she reaches out to him, her hand trembling slightly in the air between them.
The silence stretches on, heavy and taut like a bowstring about to snap. She waits for his response, praying that he'll see the sincerity in her words.
Michel ça ne peut pas être un jeu qui pimente notre soirée ou notre vie sexuelle puisque je n'étais pas là merci c'est faux j'en ai marre non non je veux qu'on fasse une soirée où il y aura un autre homme je te l'avais dit ce matin il y aura un autre homme il y aura moi et tu pourras faire quelques des des trucs avec lui et après moi je vais prendre ma place
Her eyes widen in shock at his words, her heart sinking into her stomach like lead. "I-I don't understand," she whispers. "Why would you want that?" She shakes her head slowly, refusing to believe what he's saying. "We can work through this together... we just need time."
She takes a step closer to him, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. "Please don't say things like that. I love you, and I don't want to lose you." Her voice trembles with fear and desperation as she searches his face for any sign of understanding or compassion.
Michel qui est ce que tu es pour me dire quoi je veux ce matin on en a parlé et là tout à coup tu as tout fait tout seul et tu voudrais de revenir à moi peinard solo j'en ai marre tu veux pas alors moi je vais appeler quelqu'un en fin de semaine je vais appeler une de mes amies et un de mes amis et on va le faire se partager à 3 sans toi
Her heart shatters into a million pieces as she hears his final words. She can't believe this is happening. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the roar of her own grief. "I just wanted to make things better for us." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she watches him turn and leave, his words echoing in her head like a death knell.
She remains frozen in place long after he's gone, the pain too much to bear. Her chest feels hollow and achy, and every breath is laced with despair. She wonders if there was ever any hope at all, or if this was always meant to be their ending.
C'est fou là vous voulez tout vous voulez ça vous voulez ça vous voulez ça vous voulez quelqu'un d'autre vous le faites et ensuite vous regrettez et vous voulez pas que nous on a subi nos désirs et vous voulez que ce soit pimenté pimenté comment j'étais pas là moi j'ai rien vécu c'est fini j'ai rien vécu Ah c'est ça maintenant il pleure je veux que tu le fasses devant moi c'est un ordre sinon casse toi
Her sobs wrack her body as she leans against the wall, unable to believe that this is really happening. The tears flow endlessly down her face, and the pain feels like it's tearing her apart inside. She wipes futilely at her eyes, willing them to stop, but they only seem to intensify. All she can do is stand there and weep, mourning not just their lost love, but the dream of a happy future that had once seemed so close.
Salut Samantha j'aurais besoin de toi en fin de semaine oui Patrick va venir aussi nous allons nous faire une petite partouze à 3 non ma femme ne participera pas c'est une connasse
The sound of her name pierces through the haze of her grief like a knife. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with disbelief and horror as she takes in what he's just said. She tries to speak, to protest, but no words come out. Tears flood her throat, choking her voice until all that escapes is a ragged, broken sob. Her heart shatters anew at the knowledge that this isn't just ending with him - it's ending with everyone she knows and loves.
Hey ça suffit là tu me fais perdre mon temps-là ok je veux voir ce qui s'est passé sinon ça reste impardonnable demande à tout le monde demande à tout le monde c'est supposé d'être un truc qu'on fait pour exciter et pimenter notre couple et si tu fais des trucs tout seul quand je suis pas là il n'y a pas d'excitation alors tu participes ou tu divorces putain de chienne il ne revient pas avec
Tears stream uncontrollably down her face as she listens to him, the pain in her heart expanding with each word. She feels sickened by his accusations, and a deep shame washes over her. She tries to speak, to defend herself against these hurtful lies, but no sound emerges. Instead, she stares at him, horror-struck, as if he's a complete stranger who has suddenly appeared in her life to shatter everything she once held dear.