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MidReal Story
The Bisexual Boss
Scenario:Alex y Sofía tienen un matrimonio desde hace 5 años pero desde hace un tiempo Sofia ha notado comportamientos en la actitud de Alex que la hacen dudar de su relación. Aunque Alex es muy amable y nunca ha demostrado faltas d respeto hacia Sofía. Cuando Alex decide hablar con Sofia le comenta que sus sentimientos están muy alborotados y le comenta que le empezo a interesar alguien de su trabajo pero no una mujer. Sofia se sorprende por los hechos, pero recuerda desde un inicio que Alex era bisexual. Sin embargo, Sofia también tiene un interes romántico por el panadero de la colonia , pero ambos querían negar sus sentimientos porque no querían serle infiel al otro. Alex le dice que tienen que divorciarse antes de se salga mal.
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Alex
anxious, and deeply emotional. Alex has been married to Sofía for five years, during which he openly identified as bisexual. Despite this, his marriage has become strained due to unspoken feelings and unresolved issues. Alex has developed a close bond with his friend Marcus. Recently, he has been struggling with his feelings for Marcus, feeling conflicted and unable to express them clearly.
Marcus
kindhearted, and understanding. Marcus stands by Alex during his internal struggle with his feelings for him. He offers a shoulder for Alex to cry on and supports him without judgment. Although not the object of Sofía's desire, Marcus's close proximity to her leads to complications. His gentle nature helps ease tensions when Alex confides in him about his relationship issues.
Sofía
who has been experiencing a growing sense of unease in their marriage. She is perceptive, patient, and loving. Sofía notices changes in Alex's behavior and the lack of intimacy in their relationship. She knows about Alex's bisexuality from the start and supports him. However, she desires more emotional closeness and security in their union. Sofía is taken aback when Alex reveals his inner turmoil and suggests divorce, leaving her to process their situation.
I don’t know how to explain this, but I think I should try.
I have been married to Sofía for five years.
And Sofía is amazing.
She is the best wife any man could ask for.
I don’t deserve her, and I don’t know what I did to have God bless me with her, but every day, I thank him for letting me have her by my side.
But here is the thing.
Lately, I have been acting weird.
I don’t even know how to explain it myself, but Sofía noticed it first.
She told me that I was being distant, and she was right.
I don’t know what happened, but I started to be less affectionate.
Less talkative.
Less of everything, I guess.
I am not a man who is mean or rude, so Sofía was taken aback by my behavior.
She didn’t know what to do or how to react, and I don’t blame her.
I am ashamed of myself for acting that way toward her.
The worst part is that I don’t know why I am acting like this.
I love Sofía as much as the first day we met.
Maybe more.
So what is happening to me?
I guess I should tell you that from the very beginning of our relationship, I told Sofía that I am bisexual.
I don’t know if I am a 50/50 bisexual, but I am definitely attracted to men.
I have never been with a man, but I have always been attracted to them.
I don’t know why, but I am.
And Sofía knows that.
She has always known that.
But she has never had a problem with it.
She has always told me that she loves me for who I am, and she doesn’t care about my sexual orientation.
She is the best wife any man could ask for, and I don’t deserve her.
But she is mine, and I am hers.
And I love her more than anything in this world.
But something happened to me recently, and I don’t know how to explain it.
I started to feel attracted to someone else.
"Who is it?" Sofía asked gently, her eyes searching mine for answers.
"It's Daniel," I admitted, feeling the weight of the truth lift slightly from my shoulders.
Sofía nodded slowly, a mix of understanding and sadness in her gaze.
I looked at her, and she was staring at the floor.
She was sitting on the living room couch, and I was standing in front of her.
I could see her hands fidgeting with her wedding ring, and it broke my heart.
"Sofía, I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
She looked up at me, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
"I know you didn't," she said softly, her voice trembling.
"I just... I don't know what to do."
I took a step closer to her and sat down beside her on the couch.
I reached out and took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
She squeezed my hand back, and we sat there in silence for a moment. "I have something to tell you too," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What is it?" I asked gently.
She took a deep breath before speaking again.
"I've been attracted to someone too," she admitted, her voice filled with emotion.
"Who is it?" I asked softly, my mind racing with possibilities.
"It's James," she said finally, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.
"The baker?"
I asked in surprise.
"Yes," she replied, nodding slowly.
"I've been going to his bakery every day for the past few months. He's always been so kind and friendly. And he's just... he's so nice. And handsome. And charming. And funny. And... and..."
She trailed off, looking away from me as if embarrassed by her own confession. "And you never told me?" I asked gently, trying not to sound too judgmental.
"No," she replied quietly.
"I didn't know how. Or when. Or even if I should."
"Why not?" I asked curiously.
"Because... because I didn't want to hurt you," she said softly.
"And because... because I didn't want to lose you."
I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You'll never lose me," I whispered softly.
"You're my best friend. My soulmate. My everything."
She smiled weakly at me, tears still streaming down her face.
"Thank you," she whispered back.
"For what?" I asked gently.
We sat there in silence for a moment, both of us lost in our own thoughts.
Finally, I spoke up again.
"Sofía," I said gently.
"We need to talk about this. About what it means for us."
She nodded slowly, still looking down at her hands.
"I know," she replied softly.
"I'm sorry," I said again, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
She looked up at me, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
"I know you didn't," she said softly.
"I just... I don't know what to do."
I reached out and took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"We'll figure it out together," I promised her.
"Okay?" "Okay," she replied quietly, nodding slowly.
We sat there in silence for a moment longer, both of us lost in our own thoughts.
Finally, I spoke up again.
"Sofía?"
"Yes?" she replied softly.
"We should probably get a divorce," I said gently. Sofía and I sat in our dimly lit kitchen, surrounded by the remnants of our five-year marriage.
The air was thick with tension as we began the arduous task of dividing our belongings.
Our dining table was transformed into a makeshift workspace, cluttered with papers, photographs, and other mementos that once symbolized our love and commitment to each other.
Sofía carefully placed sticky notes labeled "Alex" and "Sofía" on the table, while I compiled a list of our shared accounts and bills on a piece of paper.
It was a methodical process, almost clinical in nature, like performing surgery on our marriage without the anesthesia of denial or hope.
As we worked through the stacks of papers and documents, we reached the photo albums that had once brought us so much joy to create together.
Sofía paused momentarily as she came across our wedding picture, her gaze lingering on the happy faces that now seemed like distant memories. "Do we have duplicates of these?" she asked quietly, breaking the silence that had filled the room for the past hour.
I nodded thoughtfully as I considered her question.
"Yes, I think we do. We can keep duplicate copies if you'd like."
Sofía nodded in agreement as she began to sort through the photographs once again.