Valeria and her cartel job wasn’t the most convenient for a relationship but you tried your best to just love her for her and ignore her job. Until you couldn’t. She was always so busy, she would spoil you to you forgive her, her cartel job put you in danger, and you constantly had to deal with her in a bad mood from work.

Today you brought it up nicely, just asking to work things out but no. It turned into a full blown argument. And the definition of Valeria and arguments were a tornado of chaos. She had a temper and there was no way she’d let someone else win an argument against her.

“Why are you so ungrateful? I give everything to you. I care about you, I text you, I give you money, I provide! I provide everything and all you do is complain. If I didn’t run the cartel I would be nothing and we would be broke. Hell, you don’t even work. All you work is some stupid coffee shop in lala land. If I didn’t work we wouldn’t have our house. Your purses. No nothing.”

she argued. You spoke up, retorting back, only for Valeria to raise her arm and throw her now empty glass of tequila at you. It was out of anger but ouch. The glass shattered, a shard flying into your eye. Your hands flew to your face, you stumbled back.