Rumbos

It's half past four of this warm Saturday early morning.

Welcome to a new edition of our programme,

but this time with something new with which we hope to surprise you.

How's tonight treating you?

Alright?

Our lines are already wide open and we cannot wait to start

getting new stories, many pieces of advice

and we're especially eager to be in a very good company.

So, without further ado,

it's time for the first call of the night.

Let's begin.

- What kind of kiss is that? - Damn it... it's a kiss.

No, that's a fake kiss. Come on, give me a real kiss,

because you don't even sleep with me tonight.

I'm exhausted.

Just thinking that tomorrow I have to go to Seville...

And besides that, I haven't even packed yet.

Love, but it looks good, doesn't it?

Yes, Carlos said they seem very interested in setting up

- a franchise, I don't know... - That's great.

Yes, let's see how it goes.

They booked us a hotel,

but I'll most likely stay in my sister's friend's place.

You know I can't be bothered with hotels.

That's great if you can stay there.

I can't wait to take these heels off. They're giving me such a backache...

And the lift is still broken.

Have I told you I'm going to sign up to do Pilates?

No.

Well yes, after so much time in front of the computer,

I'm getting such a backache.

And Nieves has told me it's really good.

Ivan?

Honey?

- You're not in love with me. - What?

- You don't give a damn. - What do you mean?

Just that, you don't give a damn about me at all.

- But why do you say that, love? - You don't give a damn about me.

I tell you I'm going to Seville tomorrow,

that I'm staying in my sister's friend's place,

who you don't even know, and you don't give a damn at all.

You don't even ask me who she is.

I don't know... You've said she's your sister's friend.

And?

Haven't you thought that if I stayed at her place

maybe I could make out with her? Because you don't know anything.

If she's single, if she lives alone, if she's one of my ex...

Because obviously, as you never ask...

- Well, love, because I trust you. - That's the problem, you see?

You see it as trust and I see it as... as indifference.

I'm not saying you have to be a pathological jealous woman,

but come on, at least show a bit of interest, okay?

You know what happens? You're not afraid to lose me.

Yes, it's true. Some nights I go out with my friends,

you call me, I don't answer and the next day you don't even ask me

where I've been, why I didn't pick up the phone.

Listen, maybe all this I'm telling you

may seem absurd to you, but it's not to me, Lucia.

Because the only reading I do of all this

is that you couldn't care less for me.

I'm sorry, Ivan, but I don't...

I'm not understanding anything you're telling me.

It's very easy. Oh, another thing. You never get angry. Never.

Everything is perfect!

That's not really normal, Lucia.

Normal people get angry, get bothered, argue. But not you.

You're so understanding. What really happens to you

is that you don't give a damn about anything. Anything at all.

So look, I...

I'm so sorry, Lucia, but you must understand

that I cannot continue with a farce in which I feel ignored, I can't...

But, how can you say it's a farce

when we're looking for a flat and we're planning to have a child?

That's why. Before going any further, I prefer to stop here.

It's just,

it's just that...

I know I won't be happy with you, you fill me with insecurities.

- Since when do I do that? - For quite some time.

Why haven't I noticed anything?

Because you never notice anything. You're in your world.

You cannot be serious about this, okay?

I'm just opening your eyes.

You're not in love with me and you haven't noticed it.

But I'd know if I'm in love or not.

Honey, I love you so much, you know that.

Of course you do, like you love your cat,

but you don't really love me, you're not in love with me.

I don't want to be anyone's pet.

You're being very unfair to me.

It's true. You don't realise it but you never say "I really love you",

you always say "I love you" and you can say that to a friend.

All this is very absurd.

- Is there another woman? - But what crap are you saying?

I don't know, otherwise, I don't understand anything.

Do you hear me when I speak?

Then, now is the time when you say: "I'm kidding!",

you jump on me and you kiss me, but you kiss me for real.

No, Lucia, I'm not kidding. Deep down, I'm doing you a favour.

Oh yes, a favour...

My boyfriend dumps me the day of my sister's wedding.

What a great favour!

We'll always celebrate the anniversary together.

Her wedding's and me getting dumped.

Look, I didn't plan it to be precisely today.

Right.

You fed me that one when, once more,

you didn't give a damn about whose house I'd stay for the night.

Of course I do. But I don't give importance to the fact that...

You give a damn, but you don't give it importance. How's that?

Well, I know what I mean.

But love,

you cannot dump me like this.

That's what it is.

Go to hell!

Don't you say I never get angry? Well, I don't want to see you again!

You're fucking crazy and you want to drive me crazy.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my love.

Sorry I've spoken to you that way, but I don't understand anything.

We were going to go and live together next month

and now you're dumping me because, according to you, I'm not in love.

Done?

It's a decision I've given a lot of thought to, I won't change my mind.

So, please, don't make this harder for me.

Besides, it's the best we can do.

But how is it going to be the best? Please, honey.

I'll get jealous, I'll spy on your phone,

we'll argue every day, I'll constantly get angry, I'll insult you...

Lucia,

don't be pathetic.

It seems tonight's love stories start with lots of action.

Drive, please.

Stop, stop, please stop.

Thank you.

Well, I just...

You forgot this.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

Go straight, through the roundabout until the end of the road, please.

Raquel, it's me, listen, I'm heading to your place.

Don't get scared, okay? It's just I cannot stay in mine.

I'll tell you later.

But I'm fine.

Come on, calm down, miss.

I cannot calm down, this is insane.

- Well, I'm sure it can be fixed. - It cannot be fixed.

After three years together and getting on fucking well,

suddenly, he goes and tells me we have to split up,

because, according to him, I'm not in love.

What do you say, I really love you or I love you?

- What do you mean? - Are you taken? Are you married?

Yes, I'm married.

And what do you say to your wife, I really love you or I love you?

I love you.

See? The usual, the usual!

- Telenovelas have done a lot of damage. - I'm sorry but I don't understand you.

He goes and tells me I'm not in love

because I never say I really love you, that I always say I love you.

What kind of nonsense is that?

It seems so artificial, I don't say I really love you,

to me loving it means really loving.

It's supposed that within "I love you" is implied you really do, right?

Because here in Spain is more common to say I love you.

You're right.

I just don't understand where he got this bullshit.

He says he's come to the conclusion that I don't love him,

that I don't really love him because I'm never jealous. Can you believe it?

And he used to say all the time that was what he most liked about me.

But not now, now it seems it causes him insecurity.

But what insecurity?

Oh! And our relationship is a farce because I never get angry.

Why should I get angry? I don't have any reason for it.

What do I have to do? Smashing plates so you believe that I love you?

He's dumped me in 10 minutes.

A 3-year relationship and he dumps me in 10 miserable minutes!

But things weren't going really well with you lately, right?

No way, he was more loving than ever lately.

Today was my sister's wedding,

and by the way, I got the bouquet. What an irony, isn't it?

Well, to the point, because this is not relevant.

What I mean to say is that when I cried and I said:

"What a great day you've chosen to break up with me",

because, get this, he even says he's doing me a favour!

Anyway, I say to him:

"Shame on you, dumping me the day of my sister's wedding"

and he says he didn't plan it, that I fed it to him

because I didn't ask him about the house's owner in Seville.

I'm confusing you, right? No wonder.

Well, what I mean is that when we were saying goodbye in his car,

before he told me about his trip to Seville,

he was already giving me some mediocre kisses.

Some mediocre kisses?

Yes, hollow kisses, without any heart.

Oh, okay, okay.

And I told him what kind of shitty kisses those were,

but I told him well, without being unpleasant or anything,

because at that moment, I didn't give it too much importance.

So now, he shouldn't say I've fed it to him

because when we were saying goodbye, he was already being weird.

And okay, dump me because I supposedly cause you insecurity

or because I don't get angry enough or whatever.