Part 121 · ~2 min read

Men… I hate them!

Saturday lunch in a restaurant not far from the Spanish Steps. A Japanese restaurant. Mario and I laughed at everyone and everything.

It is a great day until a girl comes in and starts shouting at Mario. I intervened, and she called me bitch and told me to mind my business as that was something between her and her boyfriend. Mario is visibly upset and gets more and more angry at this girl. I feel a sort of pity for her.

Mario gets up and smacks her with his strong hand back. The girl falls and bleeds through her nostrils. Her face changes colour and shape. She hugs Mario’s leg and begs him to take her back and not abandon him. Mario kicks her away. I am a roller-coaster of emotions, feelings, and memories; I feel like vomiting. I try to run to the toilet, but the girl’s body is on my way, and I cannot get up. I try to pass, but the bottle of wine falls and ends on the floor, breaking in parts.

The girl is a mix of blood, tears and red wine. Some glass is on her, and a piece of bottle rips her stockings. She bleeds from a leg. She keeps holding Mario’s leg and kneels on the broken glasses. A few restaurant guests start shouting at Mario, and the restaurant manager threatens to call the police. I want to die. “I have never been yours; for me, you were just someone to fuck when I needed you. I never loved you; you are pathetic. You are making a fool of yourself. Accept it as a fact! You are a failure. You will never be anybody in life because you are the stereotype of all negative qualities a woman can have,” Mario shouted at the girl, looking at her with an air of disgust and compassion. The girl, Sonia, leaves his leg and throws it on my lap, begging me to leave him and give him back to her. “I got nothing left in my life without Mario, please, please, please…” Mario pulls her back by the air and smacks her again”. I stop him, and he pushes me back to sit. In that moment, I live all my worst nightmares.

He will fucking pay for that! I lift the girl’s chin and, getting close to that face that is now a mask of blood, I tell her, “He is mine now.

” Get a life of your own and leave us alone.” She is shocked, he is happy, and I am lost!