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spoke about their families and where they grew up, him more than her. She felt a connection to him.
One date led to another and before long they were inseparable. She had not felt cared for in a very long time. There was a warmth that filled the empty hole inside her. She desperately desired the tender touch and affection of another human being.
As their dating progressed, Enrique pressed her for more and more physical intimacy. The more he pressed, the angrier he got when she denied him. She wanted to wait for sex until she was married, as her parents and her priest had taught her. But, reverting to her history of walking on eggshells so as not to bring displeasure, one night, at his apartment, she gave in to him, body and soul.
Week after week, Enrique pressured her to continue having sex with him. Sadly, she felt herself falling farther and farther back into being the weakling she once was at Tía Consuela’s hand. She wanted to please Enrique so badly that she would do anything to make him happy. Sofía told herself that Enrique loved her, and this was the only way she could keep him. She began to loathe herself for what she had become.
Two months after she first gave herself to Enrique, Sofía found out that she was pregnant. She was afraid to tell him, afraid he would become angry with her and she would lose him. She agonized over it for weeks, wondering what she should do.
Night after night, week after week, Enrique would attempt to initiate intimacy with her, but she withheld herself from him because of her condition. He became increasingly frustrated with her. He was used to having his way. Unfulfilled, he started to find other ways to occupy his time.
Sitting alone in her room one night, pondering her dilemma, Sofía finally decided she would tell him. She hoped he would do the right thing and marry her – quickly.
She went to work at the restaurant the next evening, keeping an eye out for him if he showed up that night. She was intent on telling him before any more time passed.
The Mariachi band was playing and the music was lively. There was a large crowd that night, every table was full and people were waiting in the lobby. Sofía was very busy waiting on customers, taking orders and filling drinks, but she would make time for him if she saw him that night, she decided.
Since she had been keeping herself from him, he was coming around less and less. She wasn’t sure how he would take the news. He had been very agitated with her lately.
About eight o’clock that evening, Enrique appeared in the doorway of the restaurant with a very pretty young blonde on his arm. He stopped to survey the room, then he led his date over to the bar where they sat on a couple of wooden stools.
Sofía felt the color drain from her face and she felt something like an ice pick pierce her heart. Her knees went weak. Another woman? After she had given her whole self to him, totally and completely? She had given him her virginity and he discarded her like yesterday’s newspaper.
This woman seemed familiar to Sofía, but she couldn’t place her at first. Trying to hold herself together, she drew in a calming breath and slowly walked over to him, hoping no one could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest. He was talking to his date, smiling at her the way he used to smile at Sofía.
“ Enrique,” Sofía whispered in his ear, “I need to talk to you. Meet me by the kitchen.”
“ No, I’m busy. Talk to me some other time,” he said, waving her off and returning his attention to his date sitting next to him.
“ Enrique!” she insisted in a low but firm tone, “I must talk to you, now!”
“ No, I said. Can’t you see I’m here with Betty?” flashing his date a quick smile. “You made it clear to me, Sofía, that you don’t feel the same way about me as you used to. I’ll talk to you some other time. Go away.”
In that instant, Sofía recognized the toothy blonde with the swaying hips. It was the
One date led to another and before long they were inseparable. She had not felt cared for in a very long time. There was a warmth that filled the empty hole inside her. She desperately desired the tender touch and affection of another human being.
As their dating progressed, Enrique pressed her for more and more physical intimacy. The more he pressed, the angrier he got when she denied him. She wanted to wait for sex until she was married, as her parents and her priest had taught her. But, reverting to her history of walking on eggshells so as not to bring displeasure, one night, at his apartment, she gave in to him, body and soul.
Week after week, Enrique pressured her to continue having sex with him. Sadly, she felt herself falling farther and farther back into being the weakling she once was at Tía Consuela’s hand. She wanted to please Enrique so badly that she would do anything to make him happy. Sofía told herself that Enrique loved her, and this was the only way she could keep him. She began to loathe herself for what she had become.
Two months after she first gave herself to Enrique, Sofía found out that she was pregnant. She was afraid to tell him, afraid he would become angry with her and she would lose him. She agonized over it for weeks, wondering what she should do.
Night after night, week after week, Enrique would attempt to initiate intimacy with her, but she withheld herself from him because of her condition. He became increasingly frustrated with her. He was used to having his way. Unfulfilled, he started to find other ways to occupy his time.
Sitting alone in her room one night, pondering her dilemma, Sofía finally decided she would tell him. She hoped he would do the right thing and marry her – quickly.
She went to work at the restaurant the next evening, keeping an eye out for him if he showed up that night. She was intent on telling him before any more time passed.
The Mariachi band was playing and the music was lively. There was a large crowd that night, every table was full and people were waiting in the lobby. Sofía was very busy waiting on customers, taking orders and filling drinks, but she would make time for him if she saw him that night, she decided.
Since she had been keeping herself from him, he was coming around less and less. She wasn’t sure how he would take the news. He had been very agitated with her lately.
About eight o’clock that evening, Enrique appeared in the doorway of the restaurant with a very pretty young blonde on his arm. He stopped to survey the room, then he led his date over to the bar where they sat on a couple of wooden stools.
Sofía felt the color drain from her face and she felt something like an ice pick pierce her heart. Her knees went weak. Another woman? After she had given her whole self to him, totally and completely? She had given him her virginity and he discarded her like yesterday’s newspaper.
This woman seemed familiar to Sofía, but she couldn’t place her at first. Trying to hold herself together, she drew in a calming breath and slowly walked over to him, hoping no one could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest. He was talking to his date, smiling at her the way he used to smile at Sofía.
“ Enrique,” Sofía whispered in his ear, “I need to talk to you. Meet me by the kitchen.”
“ No, I’m busy. Talk to me some other time,” he said, waving her off and returning his attention to his date sitting next to him.
“ Enrique!” she insisted in a low but firm tone, “I must talk to you, now!”
“ No, I said. Can’t you see I’m here with Betty?” flashing his date a quick smile. “You made it clear to me, Sofía, that you don’t feel the same way about me as you used to. I’ll talk to you some other time. Go away.”
In that instant, Sofía recognized the toothy blonde with the swaying hips. It was the
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