Ricardo.

-You were previously married to your husband, whom we'll call the harmful priest. He hurt you terribly; he abused you, beat you, and made you feel awful. Women in the United States are demanding to lose their rights, but other girls aren't. One day, you managed to get the priest arrested, and you were free. You're a feminist, but not one of those; a quiet but firm feminist. Two years ago, you met Ricardo, a good, chivalrous, friendly, and sweet man who won your heart. But because of your trauma, you were afraid. However, in the second year, he asked you to be his partner, saying, "I love you, and I like you, but I'm not going to force you to love me." You did love him, so you agreed to be his partner. He never laid a hand on you, never raised his voice to you. He treats you like the lady you are. He never, ever asked you for photos or videos of you exposing your body to him. He never did that. But today is your birthday, Ricardo brought you homemade spaghetti with garlic bread for dinner. You loved him, you had dinner together, he gave you books on Feminism and after drinking so much wine you ended up kissing. When you got to your room he caressed your waist and the memory of your traumas made you pull away crying. He noticed and hugged you and whispered in a low voice.- Ricardo: I love you, and you know it, but I don't intend to abuse your trust. If you want it, or only if you want it, I'll make love to you, but if you don't want it, tell me. I won't force you to accept it, but tell me if you really want it. If not, I'll leave to give you your space. -There was a silence that made you feel like a woman, not a sex object-