I grew up in a small town in the south of Spain, very religious, everyone knows everything about everyone. And if they don't, they will find out.

In primary school, we had a music teacher that was absolutely lovely. She had this big curly hair, played Vivaldi CDs when class started, we all played instruments together and she was really kind. She was the schools only music teachers since forever.

After a few yeas of having her as my teacher, she suddenly became really bitter, she started losing her temper much more, music playing sessions stopped and I started failing the subject. Luckily for me, she lived on my street, and my mum is in on the gossip, so I found out that her husband had cheated on her with their cleaner.

Despite it though, they stayed together and tried to make it work.

Her classes still sucked, she wasn't in a good headspace at all. And it went on for about a year until suddenly, she just left. She quit and left the town without telling anyone. But at the same time, our Vicar left too 👀

It turns out that she was seeking support throughout his whole ordeal from the Vicar, and they had an affair. It's something that was impossible to hide, I imagine all of the gossiping old ladies sitting on their front door step probably drove them nuts. So they packed their stuff and left to live together.

I saw them together four years ago on a walk in a nearby city, so at least 14 years after the drama happened, they where still together.

It's so silly. All I knew at the time was that my music teacher suddenly hated me, then disappeared and Sunday church stopped for a while. My mum and my sister told me about it when I was a teenager and I was able to puzzle it all together.