A year later, he finally got his diploma. I thought everything would fall into place, and we would live an ordinary yet happy life together like everyone else.
But I had forgotten that once the novelty wore off, I became nothing more than a woman he got bored.
After Felipe graduated, he moved into my rental apartment.
He stayed for over half a year.
The dozen resumes he sent out were all rejected, and from then on, he became completely disheartened, spending his days gaming in the apartment.
A year later, Felipe suddenly asked to borrow fifty thousand dollars from me, saying his father, who was back in his hometown, had broken his leg while working, and they couldn't afford the medical bills.
I scraped together four thousand dollars by borrowing from my parents, relatives, and friends, and added my savings to make up the full amount.
I hoped this incident would motivate Felipe to pull himself together, but day after day passed, and he still didn't have a job. Fortunately, I had a job that paid over ten thousand dollars a month, which was enough to support both of us.