The next party that William gave was for Halloween, this time I took my brother Daniel, so he would meet someone from my family, my parents left Madrid. They were already living in Valencia between the sea and the mountains and my brother Ismael already lived in Brussels.

On this occasion, being an artist worked in my favor, I rented the costumes of the protagonists of the film Interview with the Vampire for my brother and me, in a place specialized in theater where the owner knew me from a very young age and made me a super price. They were perfect, spectacular, from the end of the 18th century and did not go unnoticed at the party. William was amazed when he saw us and very proud to introduce me to his guests. We stayed until the end of the party and I don't know how, but when my brother came into William's room to look for me, we were lying on the bed, I on top of him, trapped by my huge petticoats and he was only showing a little of face. We were laughing like always and that's where we only had the first kiss. I was holding out for a long time without being intimate, because I really liked him and I didn't want to lose him. From then on, we started to meet more often, dinners, lunches, trips around Spain ... every weekend he would pick me up at my house in his car, it was huge, super long, from a brand that did not exist in Spain and super old , He had brought it from the USA! But it wore the red CD Diplomatic Corps license plate and at least I felt a little more confident.
I had already begun to discover details that made me wonder if I really should continue with that relationship and I was in time to avoid suffering. And that my mother, although she only knew him from what I told her on the phone, knowing me like no one else, tried to warn and advise me, because when you start to fall in love, that's when you start to be blind and it is very difficult to see what others see.

I was looking forward to showing William where my grandmother Doña Carmen was born, San Juan de la Arena, a beautiful fishing village in the north of Spain, Asturias.
Having dinner right in front of the church where she got married, I told him the anecdotes why my grandmother, who was a very believer, was well known as Xana, since the Christ of the Fallen was presented to her one night on the sewing machine while she was sleeping, and from whoever received the announcement not to worry, to gather her 5 children in the living room and that her husband from the war would appear at the door safe when they counted to 100. And so it was.
William was only interested in eating and drinking, but I was so happy, feeling my grandmother's energy, I missed her, and it occurred to me to tell him that maybe it was my grandmother who had put us together…when I heard William say ; - That's impossible, because I am the Devil ... I almost died, I was speechless, I got goose bumps, my legs were shaking and I only thought of calling my mother and telling her. My mother has always taken away negative energies in every way, for example, if someone gave me something that didn't give me a very good feeling, I gave it to my mother and she made it good ... I never forgot that phrase, but I did not want to obsess and decided to continue enjoying the beautiful moments.

With the money I earned in LA, I bought together with my older brother a penthouse in front of the Sea in a beautiful area in Denia (Alicante) and invited William to spend the weekend.
We were on the sand sunbathing and we had run out of beers, I went up to the attic to get some little crown from the fridge and when I was going out the door I heard a text message ringing on William's cell phone ... I was wondering if I should read it while I was thinking that I had been for a while as we say in Spain, with the fly behind my ear. William was a man who blatantly looked at women without caring if I felt bad for the lack of respect that it implied. That he talked to them completely ignoring me even when I was next to him, and it didn't matter if it was at night in a bar or during the day on a boat. If he did it in front of me, imagine without me how far he would go. Jealousy began to be ghosts that no longer let me be calm. And when I asked him why he did it, he answered that I had to be calm, that the only thing I had to care about was that in the end he was going home with me… then I read the message; "I miss you my sweet lover, I would like you to be here with me now and say good night as always, don't take too long to return from your business trip, love, Susan."
I was about to throw his cell phone on the terrace but I didn't dare. It was crystal clear that he was cheating on me. I decided to go down and not say anything to him, I don't even know how I could endure so much, but once in the attic, I showed him the message and crying I told him to go to Madrid that I didn't want to be with him for another minute. But if I stayed there, I would have to go alone to the station, two hours by bus to Valencia and directly to Madrid 4 hours by train, because I did not want to pass by my house and be seen in those circumstances.
In the end I returned with him to Madrid and so he should have 4 hours to tell me what was happening.
He told me that she was the Embassy's lawyer and that he had nothing with her that was not just a work relationship. I told him that I had written down her phone number and that I was going to call her so she could tell me the truth herself. But he immediately used a good strategy telling me that I could not do that because it was illegal, that I could put in a commitment to the point of losing his job for having neglected his phone with confidential information.
If I wanted to stay with Willian, I had to believe him. It was the first time that I started a serious relationship since I traveled to LA precisely to forget the toxic relationship I had with my ex, where jealousy and lies were the protagonists. So maybe I need to go through all this to realize that not all men were the same and that William because of the type of profession that he had was more complicated to carry and looking on the positive side, he was telling the truth.

Normally we traveled from Thursday to Sunday. William never found a woman with the same freedom to travel as me. But that weekend he told me that he was going to Germany for work. Normally he called me from the hotel, but this time he called me from his mobile, he told me that he had arrived safely that he was very tired and that he had two strong days of meetings awaiting him and that he had to concentrate a lot, that he would call me when he returned to Madrid. Men in general do not know how to lie, just to say that he would call me when he came back, I already knew that he was lying to me. If he hadn't said anything, or just to say I'll call you, even if he didn't later, I hadn't investigated.
Right after hanging up the phone I remembered that once in the glove compartment of his car looking for a map, there was a restaurant guide and inside a hotel card that caught my attention and what I kept without saying anything. I immediately looked in my bag and thank goodness it was still there. Before calling the hotel, I called my mother to see what she thought, she told me that it smelled of singe but please not occur to me to take a flight and present myself in Munich without knowing where to go. She reminded me of the madness I did when I lived in New York and left 40 students who studied with me daily without classes. I spent a fortune buying an 11-hour flight to Buenos Aires to keep an eye on a guy I was dating, and sat at the hotel reception without him knowing, just to see if he would go up to the room alone or accompanied and returned to NY City. My students waited for me and when I told them why, they forgave me and danced flamenco with more passion than ever.

The hotel was in the Pyrenees, it was like a family hotel in the mountains, I put on a worried voice and in English I asked the receptionist to please communicate with my brother's room, which was very urgent. I gave him the first and last name, hoping that he would tell me that no one with that name was staying, but indeed, there was Pinocchio! The receptionist told me that he was not there at the time, that as soon as he arrived, he had had to go to the nearest town, because he closed it, left the keys inside the car and could no longer open it. I took the opportunity to ask him if I could talk to his girlfriend, and thus find out if he was with a girl, but he told me that he was alone and quite angry. That day I understood that the Karma in which the Buddhist religion believes exists.
When he came back from "Germany" I let Pinocchio’s nose continue to grow and when he finished telling me the movie, I told him that I didn't want to see him anymore. I had a bad time because I was already in love and the truth hurts at the moment, but the lie hurts for life.

Until one day the phone rang and it was William ... who missed me a lot, who had made a mistake in lying to me, but who felt a bit overwhelmed, who was used to traveling alone and who needed to do it again and did not want to I felt bad for not wanting me to travel with him on that occasion. That if he was telling me the truth, I probably hadn't believed. And that what he could never imagine was that he was dating Inspector Gadget. That I would please go with him to spend the day in the San Juan reservoir, that he had met a diplomat friend of his and his girlfriend and that he would not lie to me again.

It was already Christmas and William would spend Christmas Eve in Madrid without his family. My family has always been very close and I invited him to have dinner with us so that I would introduce him to my parents and my older brother. He asked me if he had to bring something and to look good I told him that it was not necessary. I also told him that we always put a gift on the Christmas tree and that after dinner we went to the center table, uncorked Champagne, ate polvorones and opened the presents.
William never formally asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend, but it was clear that we had been dating for months and we are not royalty to maintain that protocol. Therefore, if you go to your girlfriend's house on such a special day for education and knowing how to be, you have to bring something, chocolates for the mother, a bottle of Champagne or wine ... William was a diplomat and he knew perfectly well that this is what what to do, plus he didn't even have to find the time to go out and buy anything. William liked to drink a lot and the bar in his house was big like a one in a disco, it was full of bottles of all kinds of alcohol and the best brands.
But he showed up on Christmas Eve at my parents' house empty-handed.
My mother, the most noble, educated, discreet, simple, humble and good person, was above all that and she did not give it importance, she did not expect anything. She is the daughter of a General of the army, who when in Spanish homes could not afford to have a television, she already had one in her room. And my father, who graduated as an engineer studying by candlelight to save money, did not make any comment and did not expect anything. But I, although I had received such an exquisite education from my parents, I had already traveled almost the entire world and moved in environments of Embassies and consulates and I did not like that detail. William was not a career diplomat and it was clear that he did not have that grace either. Of course I didn't say anything to him, although he made me hesitate once more.
William liked to eat a lot and kept repeating how great the rosemary lamb was and was fascinated with meeting my uncle, my mother's brother and his story, founder of athletics in Valencia and world champion.
We gave the gifts and Willian also had his on the tree, but for me there was nothing from his side… that's when my mother looked at me, she sat next to me on the sofa, she hugged me; -! Merry Christmas my princess! She knew perfectly how I felt, I was her child and I deserved a generous and good man ... she told me that what she liked the most about him was that he came from a family of bankers and that I only should thought about the ham of black leg that could bring in the diplomatic bag ... she made me laugh. And that's when William interrupted us, sat between the two of us, and handed me a beautiful postcard, with an embossed polar bear with very soft hair and a red bow around the neck that said; —It has been a real pleasure to meet someone as special as you and I hope that this new year, you give me the opportunity to continue knowing you, Merry Christmas !.

The next super party that William had was for his birthday, right in the same place where we met. I was a little late, it was raining a lot and the taxi took a long time to pick me up. William got super excited, saying out loud as he took off my coat; "The artist, the flamenco, the queen has arrived!" If I did not know very well that he likes a lot women , I had thought he was gay ... he asked me what a wanted for drink , and I sad, just water, of course the most expensive one, Bling H2o … 30€ s bottle of 750ml ... there was the representative recently arrived from Tennessee (United States) who explained to me that before being bottled, it undergoes a rigorous nine-step purification process, blah blah blah… I just wanted to be with William but it was impossible, every time I got close to him, he ignored me and left my side. His attitude started to put me in a bad mood but I didn't want to drink too much and spoil his birthday. I've never had this much before, I usually drank a little wine at dinner and a glass or two when I went out. But with William we drank a glass or two of Champagne while they brought dinner, a bottle of wine at dinner, a bottle of Champagne with desserts and then drinks and cocktails. I even had several blackouts, acute intoxication derived from alcohol consumption that produces a kind of amnesia that affects any memory ... a horrible feeling that I did not want to experience again.
I was alone in a corner of the famous bank offices when a woman of about 55 years old with long and very black hair approached me, she asked me if I was okay and if she could do something for me. I told her that the boy who was in front of us laughing with those 4 little whores, who are taking off his shirt to put one that was given to him, was my boyfriend, who had ignored me all night and that jealousy was getting taking over me. —“Stay calm, don't suffer, it's not worth it, one of those whores is my daughter, she told me." I was embarrassed and apologized, I didn't want to offend her. She told me that she understood me perfectly, that she had been married to a diplomat and that they were all hookers. That it was like a tradition to always be accompanied by a woman, that when her husband was visited by a diplomat from another country, they would look for a friend to accompany them. And since they couldn't get high because they had to go through the truth machine, they even drank the water in the vases. That if I really loved him, I should tried to have a good time, and not care too much, that diplomats do not like jealous women and that the more free I left him, the more he would fall in love with me. That at the end of a date, I never asked him to meet again because he would immediately make an excuse for me and that if before leaving me at home or in a taxi he was the one who asked me to see me again, then I had passed the test and it would be a sign of that he really wanted me .
Now the phrase William told me that the only thing that mattered was who he went home with at the end of the night made more sense now. I listened to that expert woman and endured like a Jabata. Before leaving the party, she came to say goodbye to me and introduced me to a NY City diplomat who was very close friend to William and who had invited her daughter. He told me that William had spoken very well of me, that he was in Madrid for a few days and that he was going to sleep in the guest room.
They all left and only remained, the friend from NY, the “whore “and a girl who had not separated from William all night. I went to the bathroom up to the restaurant to see if William remembered me and was looking for me. Once upstairs I decided to go home, go out and take a taxi, when the phone rang and it was William asking me not to leave, that now the real party was starting at his house with me and his friend.
I felt weird because it was hard for me to understand that I was sleeping with my boyfriend and that his friend was staying with the “whore” because I was not a whore ... and I wondered what my boyfriend would do when he went to NY to visit his friend ... would his friend find a “whore”?