Sufrió un ataque de ira. Llevaba varios días ocupado en su trabajo, donde tenía que hacer algunas horas extras para poder tener el dinero suficiente para poder pagar las deudas; su esposa, por otra parte, le reclamaba que no pasaba suficiente tiempo con ella; sus hijos, sus padres, los padres de su esposa…
A veces solo quería escapar de todo, taparse los oídos y los ojos para no sentir ni ver ni pensar. La situación lo estaba llevando a un borde, junto al vacío. No podía conciliar el sueño y cada vez que llegaba a casa siempre había una pelea. Si no era por los niños, era por el abandono, o por cualquier cosa, por más mínima que fuera.
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Sentía que su esposa no lo comprendía. De hecho, creía que no había nadie capaz de entenderlo, y un buen día estalló. Los gritos se escucharon por todo el vecindario. Se escucharon golpes y platos rotos, los vecinos llamaron a la policía.
Desde ese día está aquí. El pobre no sabe lo que hizo. Como puede ver, todavía sigue hablando, como si estuviera con ella, como si todavía viviera con ella. Si fuera supersticioso, diría que ella lo atormenta por todo lo que le hizo.
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Wrath
He suffered a fit of rage. He had been busy for several days at his job, where he had to work some overtime in order to have enough money to pay his debts; his wife, on the other hand, complained to him that he did not spend enough time with her; his children, his parents, his wife's parents....
Sometimes he just wanted to escape from it all, to cover his ears and eyes so as not to feel or see or think. The situation was pushing him to the edge, next to the void. He couldn't sleep and every time he came home there was always a fight. If it wasn't about the children, it was about neglect, or about anything, no matter how minor.
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He felt that his wife did not understand him. In fact, he believed there was no one capable of understanding him, and one fine day he exploded. The screams were heard all over the neighborhood. Blows and broken dishes were heard, the neighbors called the police.
Since that day he has been here. The poor guy doesn't know what he did. As you can see, he's still talking, as if he were with her, as if he still lived with her. If I were superstitious, I would say that she torments him for everything he did to her.
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