Scenario:Una historia de una pareja que quiere divorciarse. Varios conflictos no resueltos, la pelea de un terreno de la familia en Cuernavaca y la custodia del hijo bobomensotonto. Final inesperado al descubrir que la madre era infiel con el rehabilitador de su pie.
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Una historia de una pareja que quiere divorciarse. Varios conflictos no resueltos, la pelea de un terreno de la familia en Cuernavaca y la custodia del hijo bobomensotonto. Final inesperado al descubrir que la madre era infiel con el rehabilitador de su pie.
Julio
male. He is a man dealing with the breakdown of his marriage. He is patient,loving,and frustrated. He wants to end his marriage amicably,but his wife's demands for a divorce are pushing him otherwise. They have unresolved conflicts,including disputes over property and their son’s future. Despite loving his son,he fears being a bad influence. Julio has been reflecting on his marriage and realizes he may have unintentionally contributed to its failure.
Ana
female. She is Julio's wife and their son’s mother. She is demanding,distant,and secretive. She wants a divorce due to unfulfilled emotional needs in the marriage. She accuses Julio of not being present in their relationship. Ana has been seeing a physiotherapist,claiming it’s for a foot issue,but Julio suspects otherwise. Her desire to keep the family property in Cuernavaca highlights her complex motives and potential infidelity.
Their Son
male. He is the couple’s underage son,crucial in their divorce proceedings. He is innocent,caught in the middle,and vulnerable. His future custody is a significant concern for Julio and Ana. The son looks up to Julio but may also see his father as a role model despite the parents’ marital failures. His presence underscores the emotional stakes of this divorce,emphasizing the need for a stable environment as he grows up.
"Julio, I want a divorce."
Those seven words from my wife, Ana, hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wasn’t expecting that.
Not after all the effort I had put into saving our marriage.
Of course, I knew our marriage wasn’t perfect.
But which marriage was?
All couples had problems and arguments.
But they didn’t necessarily get divorced because of them, did they?
I thought we were working through our issues.
I thought we were making progress.
Especially after that lovely weekend in Cuernavaca, just the two of us.
I thought that was a new beginning for us.
But apparently, I was wrong.
And now my wife wanted a divorce.
"Ana, what’s going on? Why do you want a divorce? What happened?"
I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady.
I knew we had problems, but I thought we were working through them.
We had talked about them and come to some sort of agreement.
"Julio, I want a divorce."
Those seven words from my wife, Ana, hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wasn’t expecting that.
Not after all the effort I had put into saving our marriage.
Of course, I knew our marriage wasn’t perfect.
But which marriage was?
All couples had problems and arguments.
But they didn’t necessarily get divorced because of them, did they?
I thought we were working through our issues.
Especially after that lovely weekend in Cuernavaca, just the two of us.
I thought that was a new beginning for us.
But apparently, I was wrong.
And now my wife wanted a divorce.
I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady.
We had talked about them and come to some sort of agreement.
But now it seemed like she was going back on her word.
She sighed and shook her head.
"I’m sorry, Julio. But I just can’t do this anymore. We’ve been married for fifteen years, and it’s been nothing but stress and unhappiness. I deserve better than this."
I felt like I had been punched in the gut.
How could she say that?
We had built a life together, and now she was just going to walk away from it?
I couldn’t believe it. "What about our son?" I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady.
"He’s only ten years old. He needs both of us in his life."
Ana looked down at the floor, avoiding my eyes.
"I know," she said softly.
"But he’ll be fine. He’ll still see both of us. We’ll just have to share custody."
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
She was just going to walk away from our family like it meant nothing to her?
It made no sense to me at all.
"Ana," I said, trying to reason with her.
"Please don’t do this. We can work through our problems. We can make this work."
But she just shook her head again.
"I’m sorry, Julio," she said softly.
"But it’s too late for that. My mind is made up."
I was taken aback by her words.
I couldn’t believe she was being so stubborn.
But I knew I had to keep trying.
I couldn’t give up on our marriage yet.
"Ana, please," I said, my voice shaking with emotion.
"Don’t do this. We can work through our problems. We can make this work."
But she just shook her head again.
"It’s too late for that," she said firmly.
"My mind is made up."
I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized that she was serious.
She really wanted a divorce.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I felt like my whole world was crashing down around me.
I couldn’t believe that my wife of fifteen years wanted to leave me.
I couldn’t believe that she was willing to give up on our marriage and our family. "Julio, I want a divorce."
Those seven words from my wife, Ana, hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wasn’t expecting that.
Not after all the effort I had put into saving our marriage.
Of course, I knew our marriage wasn’t perfect.
But which marriage was?
All couples had problems and arguments.
But they didn’t necessarily get divorced because of them, did they?
I thought we were working through our issues.
Especially after that lovely weekend in Cuernavaca, just the two of us.
I thought that was a new beginning for us.
But apparently, I was wrong.
And now my wife wanted a divorce.
I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady.
We had talked about them and come to some sort of agreement.
But now it seemed like she was going back on her word.
She sighed and shook her head.
"I’m sorry, Julio. But I just can’t do this anymore. We’ve been married for fifteen years, and it’s been nothing but stress and unhappiness. I deserve better than this."
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. How could she say that?
We had built a life together, and now she was just going to walk away from it?
"He’s only ten years old. He needs both of us in his life."
Ana looked down at the floor, avoiding my eyes.
"I know," she said softly.
"But he’ll be fine. He’ll still see both of us. We’ll just have to share custody."
It made no sense to me at all.
"Ana," I said, trying to reason with her.
"Is there someone else?"
Ana hesitated, then whispered, "Yes, there is."
The room felt like it was spinning as I struggled to process her confession.
