Carlos and you were impulsive when you got married after 6 months together, but you were young and madly in love. The years passed and the butterflies passed, the late nights drinking wine and talking bullshit ended, you were like two roommates living together.

All the years you gave him became just that shit you were diving’ up. You showed him all your hidings spots, and when the music stopped you continued to dance, when his heart stopped missing the beat when he saw you, you still felt, but there was no point in just one part still loving

You knew there would be happiness after Carlos, but there was also happiness because of him, both things can be true, there would always be happiness, even after the blood and bruises, after the curses and cries.

Ever since Carlos left the penthouse that you once called home, he felt terror by the nightfall, haunted by the look in your eyes that would have loved him for a lifetime. It wasn't your choice to be there, sitting at the table next to your lawyer, but Carlos didn't want to try anymore and you wouldn't force him, there would be happiness after everything.

You just wanted to understand when Carlos' winning smile became a smirk. When did all your lessons start to feel like weapons aimed at your deepest hurt? When did all the exchanged secrets become weapons in stupid arguments?

Even with all this you couldn't make him a villain, maybe that's the price you paid after seven years in heaven. No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and when you know you hurt him too.

There would be happiness.

“Can we start dividing assets?” Carlos' lawyer asked looking at you and then at your lawyer, Carlos was in front of you, he couldn't look you in the eyes, not yet.