You know those moments when everything is going so well that you suspect something is going to happen? But even so, I was going on with my life. I was at the cinema with my boyfriend and I was going to choose a movie. There were a lot of them playing and he mentioned one in particular, "House of Sand." I thought it was a horror movie because I wasn't really into going to the cinema just to watch the Harry Potter saga. I took John, Charles' younger brother, to go with me. So we bought the tickets and chivalry died in my relationship. If I didn't work, I don't think I would even be able to go out. He didn't pay for anything. Not that I wanted to be supported, but it would be nice once in a while. But after that, we went in and when the movie started, I noticed that it was one of those Brazilian movies that are erotic and have sex for 95% of the movie. I felt embarrassed and my head started to wonder why he had taken me to see it. He was a little older than this movie and was already nineteen years old and could buy R-rated movies, but I hadn't even seen the rating. I felt a blush on my cheeks and a feeling that I shouldn't be watching that movie... but when I asked if we could leave, why wouldn't I? I had enjoyed the movie, he said hey, let's just pay and he tried in several ways to kiss me deeper and with more desire than before when we were near the people in the church, something was now stirring in my being that should happen after about forty minutes of the movie I simply got up and left since he wanted to be alone.
I have the habit of walking around thinking, it's almost uncontrollable and I don't even realize it, so being alone wasn't the worst part. I think I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I got home so quickly and analyzing the situation I experienced that night wasn't normal, but what is normal these days? And the days went by, the weeks went by and people asked me about my boyfriend and I didn't even know I still had one because after the episode in the movie I never heard from him again. But after a long time calling him, the creature answered me saying that he needed to talk and so we broke up, or rather saying that he broke up with me. I went home and cried a little, especially since we had been together for about three months, it was only for one day. I was never one to cry a lot. I continued my life alone and the unfortunate man didn't start crowding my church to get on my nerves. They kept asking me if I was okay and I was red-eyed with rage at the situation of having to see that idiot every Sunday. Luckily for me, he was hanging out with some girls and I soon saw that he wanted to try to do the same thing with other girls, which didn't happen to me. So the girls thought I was jealous. Even Carlos' mother came to talk to me to find out why I was acting that way. I couldn't take it. I told her that the problem wasn't that he was hanging out with other girls. It was his attitude towards them that did not match what he taught in church and when I blocked his attitudes he broke up with me after that I didn't see him anymore and life went on.