By evening, Diego unblocked himself through another number and sent:
look like a monster.
I stared at the screen.
Then I typed:
No. I’m documenting how you behaved.
I did not send more.
I did not need to.
The next weeks became strange.
Publicly, Diego tried to soften the story.
He deleted the restaurant photo with Paula.
Too late.
Screenshots existed.
He stopped posting.
He began telling mutual friends that “things were complicated” and he had “reacted emotionally to confusing medical circumstances.”
Confusing medical circumstances.
That was how men like Diego dressed cruelty for company.
Paula did not stay silent.
That surprised me.
Three days after the ultrasound, she sent me a message.
I didn’t know he had not been medically cleared. I didn’t know he moved in with me before speaking to a doctor. I believed what he told me. I’m sorry for coming to the appointment. I was cruel.
