Was in France, you remember my wife that left me 3 times. Before that time that she left me 3 times we were married and was two men. How it happens, I was from France, I lived in the Capital. I was in love for a girl that I always liked when we was 12 years old I asked her to she be my girlfriend, she give a cold shower that she only would give me the permission to we date when I was 17 years old, I wait, in the past be romantic was so normal. Since the 14 years old I went to the Gym, my father also went to the Gym. Also went there the cousin of the girl that I liked, he was massive and also was homosexual, one day that I was 16 years old, I was passing in the neighborhood of the girl that I was in love, and he came walking in the opposite direction and start to punch me, I said what happens, friend don't be aggressive, I thought the reason was his cousin, I was passing that street wasn't because her, that was my way for other place, and he said that he was in love for me, I got chocked I was being beat for a homosexual of almost 30 years old that went to the Gym to be more massive, I react to defense me, in the end, that he was being beat he said that he was a girl, he said that he wanted to be the girl, I said Ok, and went away very disturbed. One day he bring some of his friends to say to me that I give up of the girl because would not be only me, they say many things and all that they say appear with her behaviour, at the time in France the marriage was being ridiculous for the men, the judge gived all the reason for the wife, at the time was that the case more famous was that a woman that was married and take out with a very rich man, the husband discover the judgment was all for the side of the woman, and they was saying to me that the girl, would date me but want very much a rich man, that she would lie for me and betray me. I start to be the boyfriend of the cousin of the girl, he was 28 years old. We pass to live toghether, people don't care so much about it, even has a neighboorhood only for homosexual, own choice, how I wasn't gay we was considered a homosexual couple, for documentation, my companion prefer that I didn't allegate be homosexual I really didn't was, but I didn't think was so bad say that I was, I got so shamed of love a girl that I didn't know who she was, that I wasn't thinking in look for a female, and also was better look marriage with girls of others countries. At the time the history got so famous because of her, that came writers from others countries to see her and write about her, and the history was so bad that they even want to see me to depict me in the histories, the part more fragille of the history was me that live with other man, the history wasn't that offensive, was that the girl married a rich man and betray him with her handsome boyfriend of the time of youth, and they kill her husband to got rich. When start to walk in the neighborhood courious women, wasn't the writer, and I went to talk with them to mislead the history, I said that I never date her, was true, and since when blond girl likes blond boy? I got so much luck they portrait the boyfriend being dark-haired, even she got confused and didn't remember who was her boyfriend, in the end she only got more beautifull but never married. Was so much curious female in our neighborhood, and with the time was only to see me I had a lot of adimires that walk only to see me, my companion was very jealous, we could be richer he never want so much wealth. One day after many years I was 40 he got hormonal and got pregnant of me in the prostate, the baby was so like me and was happy all the time, people used to say that nobody lives a mother that make a child that was like the father even if the wife only could have one baby. My companion was so jealous that we don't pass even one day far from each other, the marriage lasted 80 years, when I got widower I was 97 years old, I would never thought in marry again, that way the person never leave me he was also that wife that leave me 3 times, be female is so not fun... Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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