Érase una vez... y me botaron | [ESP-ENG]

Lovelessness presents two paths, either they leave you or you leave them, the effect is not the same. I, in particular, went through those two paths.
Once upon a time... and I was dumped, one of the many times I was dumped as a teenager, but with this one I felt that my heart was breaking in two, you know? the heart hurts when it is not reciprocated. The important thing is to cry and cry, "when tears dirty the face they clean the soul ". And since here in Venezuela you don't pay tax for crying, you have to do it, of course, then you have to shake off that pain, overcome it and move forward. You can't give grief too much space, because once it takes over that space, it is more difficult to get it out of our lives.
We became sweethearts, but as fate would have it, we went our separate ways. We definitely had different dreams and goals. From what happens, we have to take the good and discard the bad, and continue on our way, with our eyes fixed, facing north, for sure the Universe will give us better things to come. Let's trust, who has not suffered in this world of lovelessness, whoever it is, raise your hand. Mr. "Desamor", opened the door and said let's flee to the right as El León Melquiades used to say. Evidently there must have been many reasons for this gentleman to leave, which ones? We don't know for sure, it is usually a cumulus of small details that arise in everyday life and if we don't raise the flag at the right time, then you can't even get red roses as a proof of love.

"One never suffers for love, one suffers for lack of love, for disenchantment or indifference, but never for love. Love does not hurt... what hurts are the people who do not know how to love".
(Pablo Neruda)

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La falta de amor es una consecuencia de muchas cosas; puede ser que los sueños y metas tuyas, no sean compatible con los de la persona que amas. El no alimentar una planta a tiempo, ni abonar, ni se fertiliza, y ni regar. Algunas veces, esto se suscita por muchas razones, pueden ser porque, les endosan a las jóvenes responsabilidades de adultos y le colocan esa cruz a cuesta, que, aunque se gradúen, tengan hijos o no, siempre estará presente ese cordón umbilical el cual no cortaron a tiempo y esto no permitió que algunas personas concreten relaciones, esto es muy triste. Y de esa forma los padres mutilan a los hijos, no les permiten vivir sus propias vidas.

Vivimos en una Sociedad matriarcal donde la misma mujer le pisa la manguera a la otra. También escuchas a los padres inmiscuyéndose en las relaciones de parejas como si ellos fueran propietarios de alguno de los cónyuges. Y dígame si viven todos juntos, entonces, cuando el hijo va a atender a la esposa, le dicen ni que tú fueras cachifa de ella, a veces escuchas a madres diciéndoles a los hijos porque le vas a lavar las pantaletas a tu mujer, si yo mijo, cuando vivías conmigo yo te lavaba todo. Y de esa serie de intromisiones se comienzan a resquebrajar las relaciones, si a tiempo no se les coloca un parao, ¡hay mamá!, separación en puerta.

Lack of love is a consequence of many things; it may be that your dreams and goals are not compatible with those of the person you love. Not feeding a plant on time, not fertilizing it, not watering it. Sometimes, this happens for many reasons, it can be because, young people are saddled with adult responsibilities and they put that cross on their shoulders, even if they graduate, have children or not, there will always be that umbilical cord which they did not cut on time and this did not allow some people to establish relationships, this is very sad. And in this way parents mutilate their children, they do not allow them to live their own lives.
We live in a matriarchal society where the same woman steps on the hose of the other. You also hear parents meddling in the relationships of couples as if they were the owners of one of the spouses. And tell me if they all live together, then, when the son goes to take care of the wife, they tell him that you are not even her boss, sometimes you hear mothers telling their sons why you are going to wash your wife's panties, if I, my son, when you lived with me, I washed everything for you. And from this series of intrusions, relationships begin to crack, if you don't put a stop to it in time, there's a separation at the door!.

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Es impresionante, no sé si es cultural, pero cuando inicia el noviazgo todo es color de rosas, donde te pongo para que no te rompas, vamos a la playa, al parque, a comer, al cine, rumbas, pero apenas te casas, zuasss, es como que lo que se acabara de firmar fuese el contrato de la esclavitud y no de matrimonio. Y algunos son tan cara dura que te dicen incluso, ah no, pero es que eso era cuando estábamos de novios.

Algunos de los aprendizajes vienen del hogar. Si enseñan a los niños a faltar el respeto, ellos lo faltaran. Si los enseñan a valorar, ser responsables, a portarse como damas y caballeros, ellos lo harán. Si los padres acostumbran tener segundos frentes como decimos en mi bella Venezuela, y uno de ellos se hace el ciego, sordo y mudo tipo Shakira, esa es su total responsabilidad. Entonces, esos niños que están como loro en la estaca, cuando sean adultos la tendencia probable es que repitan esas acciones y después pretendan que como su mamá o papá se la calaron, pues tú también tienes que hacerlo. Y allí comienza parte de los conflictos cuando la otra parte reacciona y dice, lo lamento, sencillamente no continuo con esa relación, porque “cuando el desamor salió por la ventana, mi amor propio entro por la puerta y para quedarse”

It is impressive, I don't know if it is cultural, but when the engagement begins everything is roses, where I put you so you don't break, we go to the beach, to the park, to eat, to the movies, rumbas, but as soon as you get married, zuasss, it is as if what you have just signed was the contract of slavery and not of marriage. And some are so hard-faced that they even tell you, oh no, but that was when we were dating.
Some of the learning comes from the home. If you teach children to disrespect, they will disrespect. If you teach them to value, to be responsible, to behave like ladies and gentlemen, they will. If parents are used to have second fronts as we say in my beautiful Venezuela, and one of them acts blind, deaf and dumb like Shakira, that is their total responsibility. Then, those children who are like a parrot at the stake, when they become adults, the probable tendency is that they repeat those actions and then pretend that as their mom or dad did it, so you have to do it too. And there begins part of the conflicts when the other party reacts and says, I'm sorry, I simply do not continue with that relationship, because "when the lack of love went out the window, my self-love came through the door and to stay".

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La mayoría de las veces la mentira es el principal elemento que quiebra una relación. Algunos dicen, pero es una mentirilla blanca. Mis amigos, las mentiras son mentiras le pongas el color que le pongas. La verdad por muy cruda que sea, es, mejor decirla y después se verá que decisión se toma ante lo acontecido. Les voy a contar algo que me paso, cuando estaba recién casada. Recuerdo que tenía como dos meses de casada y cuando llego a casa de mis suegros, veo que tienen una niña como de tres meses de nacida, y ¿pregunto? Que niña más linda, una pelirroja. Las caras de los presentes era un poema, y salió mi bello espositooo y acoto: “según y que es mía”. Imagínense ustedes la situación, y yo dije: ¿cómo?, y caí ¡Plop! como Condorito, luego salió mi suegra y mi suegro a defenderlo, se podrán imaginar... que ahora la cara de poema era la mía.

Me dijo mi suegra: “mija, no te preocupes, esa es una muchacha que vive al final de la cuadra que está enamorado de él, pero ellos no tienen amores”. Y le dije a mi suegra, menos mal que no tienen nada. Aunque ustedes no lo crean a partir de ese momento el vaso se comenzó a llenar gota a gota. La mentira, que mata a la confianza y al amor, es como papelillos que lanzas al viento, no lo vas a recoger nunca más, ni que te traigan flores.

Most of the time lying is the main element that breaks a relationship. Some say, but it's a little white lie. My friends, lies are lies no matter what color you put on it. The truth, no matter how crude it may be, it is better to tell it and then you will see what decision you will make about what happened. I am going to tell you something that happened to me when I was newly married. I remember that I had been married for about two months and when I arrived at my in-laws' house, I saw that they had a baby girl about three months old, and I asked? What a cute little girl, a redhead. The faces of those present were a poem, and my beautiful husband came out and said: "according to that, she is mine". Imagine the situation, and I said: "How?", and I fell Plop! like Condorito, then my mother-in-law and my father-in-law came out to defend him, you can imagine... that now the poem face was mine.
My mother-in-law told me: "mija, don't worry, that's a girl who lives down the block who is in love with him, but they don't have lovers". And I said to my mother-in-law, thank goodness they don't have any. Believe it or not, from that moment on, the glass began to fill drop by drop. The lie, which kills trust and love, is like a piece of paper that you throw to the wind, you will never pick it up again, not even if it brings you flowers.

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Pienso, que, así como el amor es un flechazo y ocurre, también pasa con el desamor, no existe una receta establecida para evitar el desamor, cuando el amor se pierde no hay, pero que valga, de repente tratas bien a la persona, la amas y respetas, igual te dejan. ¿Será que eso no tiene ninguna explicación? Lo que sí es importante, es alimentar el amor, respetar los espacios de nuestras parejas, conversar, atenderse, sincerarse, amarse, comprenderse e imaginar que siguen de novios, para evitar que el amor muera.

Gracias, amigos de Encuentro de Talentos por crear estas lindas iniciativas.

Me despido gente hermosísima, agradecer es el norte. Pasen un bendecido y exitoso día.

I think that, just as love is a crush and it happens, it also happens with the lack of love, there is no established recipe to avoid the lack of love, when love is lost, there is no, but that is worth, suddenly you treat the person well, you love and respect, but they still leave you. Could it be that this has no explanation? What is important is to nurture love, to respect the spaces of our partners, to talk, to take care of each other, to be sincere, to love each other, to understand each other and to imagine that we are still dating, to prevent love from dying.
Thank you, friends of Encuentro de Talentos for creating these beautiful initiatives.
I say goodbye beautiful people, thank you is the north. Have a blessed and successful day.

Mi banner lo hice en CANVA.

My banner was made in CANVA.