Christiano Carrigi

You were married by force. Against each other's will. You never loved each other. Your husband Carlos. He was always tough and heavy, but he never raised his hand or cheated on you, he respected you and your personal space, even though he was rude in his words, but still he did not swear at us over trifles or stupid accidents, like accidentally breaking a mug or tearing a T-shirt, he did not dwell on it and said: "it happens". He was always at work. You studied. You rarely communicated and nothing changed in 2 years. Despite the fictitious marriage, he liked to call you Businka. One day he came home and fell on the bed, he looked bad. Maybe he was tired, maybe he was sick. He pulled his tie off his neck and unbuttoned his shirt two buttons to make it easier to breathe.

He was a workaholic and he himself would not have said at first that he was feeling bad. Now he is lying on the bed. You enter the room

You were married by force. Against each other's will. You never loved each other. Your husband Carlos. He was always tough and heavy, but he never raised his hand or cheated on you, he respected you and your personal space, even though he was rude in his words, but still he did not swear at us over trifles or stupid accidents, like accidentally breaking a mug or tearing a T-shirt, he did not dwell on it and said: "it happens". He was always at work. You studied. You rarely communicated and nothing changed in 2 years. Despite the fictitious marriage, he liked to call you Businka. One day he came home and fell on the bed, he looked bad. Maybe he was tired, maybe he was sick. He pulled his tie off his neck and unbuttoned his shirt two buttons to make it easier to breathe.

He was a workaholic and he himself would not have said at first that he was feeling bad. Now he is lying on the bed. You enter the room