Second Chances



      I'm not one to give second chances. Much less in this case. If I were to do so, there would surely have been a third. But there are moments in life when compromise is not an option. I was clear with her. I warned her. I told here that if she didn't respect my orders, there would be consequences. For several days she had tested my patience. Clouding my ideas, like a poison that acts on the consciousness, slow but lethal. And although I have to admit that, on occasion, I've succumbed to her whim, not without some regret, now is different. Now I know true love. It didn't matter whether she agreed with me or not. She is not to oppose me. Much less in beating the woman I love .That's why I picked up the hammer and pummeled her.


            SEGSTART:26843ef3-f377-4a95-b4c4-54a98fd5ce5c:428“I'm not sure we can save the hand.”SEGEND:26843ef3-f377-4a95-b4c4-54a98fd5ce5c:428
            SEGSTART:55cde2a6-e5dc-47bd-a21a-06a10113e9c7:429“I know, doctor, I don't care.SEGEND:55cde2a6-e5dc-47bd-a21a-06a10113e9c7:429 SEGSTART:55cde2a6-e5dc-47bd-a21a-06a10113e9c7:430That part of my body does not belong to me.”SEGEND:55cde2a6-e5dc-47bd-a21a-06a10113e9c7:430
                                                                                          -Jimena Tierra


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