It's the fourth time you put the wet towel on the sheets, it's the fourth time I see your socks scattered around the room like little devices exploding with feet of feet in every corner of the room, it's the fourth time I lean over to pull two of your shirts out from under my shirt.

Will you need help from the fire department to turn off the faucet? Look at your shirt that I washed yesterday in the laundry basket, look at your wet footprints on the carpet, look at your toothbrush full of food debris on the headboard, look at your panties inside your shoes instead of your socks. And you don't even have time left to change the iron's triple-plug, and you don't even have time left to cut these nails of yours; did you see what they did to me last night?

It's the fourth time I've tidied up and out of nowhere you seem to pass like a huge hurricane, it's the fourth time I've found your wallet under the bed, it's the fourth time this shirt smells of a perfume that isn't yours, it's the fourth time I've found a strand of hair on the collar of your jacket, do you think I'm a clown? Do you think this ring is a rubber nose that makes me a clown? Do you think that when I put on makeup it's to be your clown? I freak out about all this disorganization.

This is the fourth time I've noticed the lock on the door because in this house there is no man, in this house the only one who does everything is me, this is the fourth time I've found the soap crumbling in the polyban. I'm getting fed up, fed up. Do you think I didn't notice you when you were talking to your whores on the balcony? Do you think I care about that? Not a bit, my darling.

I almost didn't marry you, I almost lived with Osvaldo, but I felt sorry for you. But one day, without blinking, I'll pack up everything, send the kids to my mother's house, and leave. I want to see what kind of an asshole will put up with you, I want to see the woman who will accept being plucked by you, I want to see if you won't be out on the street swatting flies.

This is the fourth time I've spied on you when I speak and I see that you don't care about anything I say, do you think I'm going to feel sorry for you? Never, I feel sorry for the heel of my shoe. I'm not a clown, you must understand that. Oh, I forgot, you saw the message from that "BR Guida" wishing you a "wonderful evening". You think I didn't see it?

I want to kill you. I'm sick of it all, damn the time I got all emotional and said yes to you, damn the time I thought you were a man when I saw you waddling down the street. You will never find a patient woman like me. And I'll tell you something else: one day you will cry for me and it will be late, too late.

This is the fourth time I've noticed you and I see that I still like you. It even makes you happy, do you really think I like you? You're wrong. If it wasn't for the kids, honey, I'd be far away from you by now. You're stupid and I don't even know why those little women are after you.

It's the fourth time I tell you it's the fourth time. It's the fourth time that you put the wet towel on the sheets and put me on you, in tears, because I am also your towel. I'll end here because I have more to do, I'm not your mother to give you an education. Enough of this whining. Enough. I'm gone.