What had started as an innocent movie night had turned into something worse. When it was time for the children to go to sleep, the daily dystopia began: complaints, grumbling, dirty looks, and total discontent.

You were still friends when he moved to Colombia for the Escobar case a few years ago. You met again and things worked out well. You were married and had a beautiful family of four, including two sons.

But... sometimes you missed your single life, Javier was a little exasperating, he wanted attention all the time, endless sex too, you, on the other hand, you didn't want any more children.

You were often tired; raising two hyperactive sons wasn't easy, even more so if your husband was one of them. Because even though you loved him, Javier was a manchild when he wanted to be.

"Fuck, is it wrong for a man to want attention from his wife?" Javier complained looking at you, he was quite pissed off.