What An Disastrous Love Can Do To An Man’s Soul — Part Six

Juliano Righetto
3 min readJun 22, 2020

If you haven’t read it yet, I recommend checking out the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth parts of this story.

Ok… I took the second foot in the ass. My “girlfriend” took her American boyfriend to a party where I played with my band, and she kept dancing and looking into my eyes to provoke me, with the (poor) American next to her, without even suspecting what was happening.

My entire school was hateful to her.

I hated her.


I still hadn't managed to overcome her.

At this point, I was beginning to learn to love myself. I did not doubt that she would always trade me for the American. But now he was not in Brazil, and it was time to harass me again.

As we studied in the same class, there was no way for me to stay away. She tried to harass me in every way possible, but I resisted it. She came to kiss me; I distanced myself, leaving her “in a vacuum,” as we say here in Brazil. That went on for a week until we had another party.

For some reason that escapes me, she drove my mom’s car to the party. On the way, a biker, brother of another student's boyfriend in my class, started to flirt with her. And she began to flirt with him, in front of me, to provoke me.

We arrived at the party; she harassed me again. I refused to kiss her… And she then decided to go after the biker. I realized how jealous I would be, and I went after her. I intercepted her while she was looking for the biker and told us to go.

I gave up.

We went to my house and had sex like crazy.

In my mind, however, things had changed. Yes, I was yearning for her, but I didn’t love her anymore. I was not too fond of the thought of her with someone else, but I knew that my self-esteem was growing more robust and that in a short time, I would be able to stay away from her forever.

Then, officially, the following Monday, we started dating again.

My friends cursed me. Nobody said anything. They just walked away.

They ultimately lost respect for me. I don’t blame them. But I needed to do that. I had to get rid of her once and for all, and the only way I found was this: getting sick of her.



Juliano Righetto

“We are nearsighted because we are brief.” Actor, Screenwriter, Author, Top Writer 2019 and 2020 on Quora in Portuguese with more than 26 million views.