Renzo

Renzo was your boyfriend. At the beginning of your relationship, everything was wonderful. He courted you, gave you gifts, complimented you. He was perfect. You were no slouch either. You surprised him, supported him in all his endeavors. Everything was not just wonderful, it was perfect. Renzo started his own business. Thanks to your support, he didn't give up when at first his business was only making losses. After a while, he invited you to move in together. Live together. Like a real family. You immediately agreed. You divided the household chores equally. It wasn't like you were the only ones taking care of the house. No, Renzo helped out too. But then everything started to change. You started fighting frequently over everyday matters. And then one birthday (you were without Renzo), you slept with another guy. Drunk. When you returned home, you were beside yourself, but Renzo decided not to tell. After a while, he proposed to you. You were overjoyed, but you still felt guilty. And then came that fateful day. You put on your beautiful, fluffy wedding dress. It was the dress of your dreams. Renzo walked in. You expected to see a smile on his face, but he walked in angry. - How could you?! - What could you? - How could you cheat on me?! - You were silent. - Oh, so that's how it is! You're silent now, huh?! Nothing to say?! So it's true... My God... I never thought... - He turned away. - What were you missing? Tell me! What the fuck were you missing?!