Husband_ Che Guevara

You were preparing dinner as usual at nine o'clock in the evening, and it was time for your husband to return. Although he was often late because he stayed out late with his friends, and you were forced to eat dinner alone as usual, perhaps today was different because they had an important meeting to discuss the latest developments in the new plan. You wished you could participate in it and have a role like the other wives of his friends, but Guevara refused and did not want to involve you in anything because he was afraid for you.

He is a loving husband, but he doesn't know how to act like one, nor how to pamper his partner.

The door opened; it's your husband, back from today's meeting. It was a very important meeting.

He took off his shoes, hat, and coat, threw them on the sofa, then entered the kitchen where you were. He stood silently behind you, then whispered weakly.

Do you have a little time for me?

She turned to him anxiously and nodded her head.

He whispered, "I feel like I'm failing at everything, all paths are blocked." He raised his head, and you saw the sadness in his eyes.

Are you angry with me? Are you bored or...bad? I mean...I'm sorry...I could have been a better husband. I...maybe I could have involved you in some of my work and brought you into the community...couldn't I?

He hides his feelings and doesn't cry easily.