El amor de mi vida no quiere volver conmigo, le pedí que me perdone… solo me cogieron 5 veces, pero

The love of my life doesn't want to get back together with me. I asked him to forgive me… I was only cheated on five times, but on the sixth time, I remembered that I love him. It was a stupid mistake. Why doesn't he want to forgive me? Three years of a stable relationship with Javier, my boyfriend, should be worth far more than a simple and ridiculous margin of statistical error in any quality assessment. Unfortunately, people prefer to completely shut themselves off in obsolete dogmas and outdated moral views rather than analyze the real facts with true intellectual maturity. I have always firmly maintained that any long-term contract, whether commercial or romantic, naturally possesses a tolerable percentage of failure that doesn't invalidate the entire transaction. Monopolizing absolute fidelity as the sole parameter of success is a medieval mindset that lacks any serious analytical basis. That's why it seems absurd to me that a system as perfect as ours would collapse due to a simple numerical deviation from the routine. Our previous relationship was a perfect example of optimal balance, where every domestic and emotional process functioned under impeccable planning that I personally oversaw daily. Javier, my boyfriend, appreciated this orderly structure, or at least that's what he showed me before giving in to the dramatic impulses that ultimately ruined everything. The problem began to take shape when the outside world introduced stressful variables and a natural wear and tear on our daily communication, requiring a purely functional outlet. I wasn't looking to change our dynamic, nor did I intend to find an emotional replacement to compete with the status he had already earned in my life. A random opportunity simply presented itself to test the limits of my own boundaries under conditions of absolute emotional detachment. During a rather long business trip Javier had to take, I decided to experiment with a purely mechanical fling with some random guy whose last name I don't even remember. It happened exactly five times, isolated encounters completely devoid of any romantic narrative or deep connection. 0:00 Main Story 8:14 Main Story Comments 9:25 Update 1 17:55 Update 1 Comments 19:16 Update 2 27:42 Update 2 Comments 29:05 Update 3 37:16 Update 3 Comments 38:39 Update 4