It's bloody impossible to live with him. Even worse, knowing that he is trying to get my girlfriend.
His attentions to Simona drive me nuts! Sleeping in the same room is a true nightmare, and if I think that we are going to spend Xmas Eve, day and boxing day together, 24 hours a day, it pisses me off great times.
In the evenings, at dinner, we seem like an ordinary family. Simona seems happy, and so does Flavio, while I feel like shit, and I feel I am losing the battle against this fucking loser. What do I do? Do I go and leave her with him? No fucking way, I rather suffer seeing the two of them laughing like the most perfect of couples.
Last night was disgusting... While I was sleeping, I got up, and I opened my eyes, and I saw the bastard wanking in his bed calling out a name, which was not Simona, sounded more like Mario... What a prick!
Today, we are going to the Alban Hills to have a meal. The three of us are like a happy family.
Anyway, Simona has been nice to me, and to him, so I still think that there can be some hope. Perhaps she likes Flavio as friend but she would rather go out with someone like me.
Let's wait and see...
But inside I know. I know something is wrong. I know Flavio is orchestrating something. And I'm going to pretend I don't know because admitting it would require actual action. Would require me to actually care about someone besides myself.
So I'll let it play out. I'll watch it happen. And when it all falls apart, I'll blame everyone but myself.
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Mario is aware that Flavio's attention to him was revealed in that moment. He sensed something, though he misinterpreted it. Flavio is exposed.
This is about to get very dark. All three of them are fractured and they're about to collide.
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