u/DetectiveCollie

Fuerteventura despertó el pasado Día de la Madre con una noticia imposible de imaginar. Una mujer de 56 años, residente en Corralejo desde hacía años, había desaparecido sin dejar rastro. Sus amistades comenzaron a preocuparse cuando dejó de responder mensajes y llamadas. Nadie sabía dónde estaba. Nadie podía contactar con ella. La última persona que estuvo con la víctima fue su propio hijo, Aaron, de 22 años.

Al principio, el joven aseguró que su madre simplemente se había marchado. Sin embargo, los investigadores de la Guardia Civil detectaron contradicciones en su relato desde las primeras horas. Algo no cuadraba dentro de la vivienda familiar. El ambiente, según fuentes cercanas al caso, era extraño y tenso, como si alguien hubiese intentado borrar a toda costa lo que realmente había ocurrido entre esas paredes.

La investigación avanzó rápidamente y desveló una reconstrucción policial terrorífica: madre e hijo habían mantenido una fuerte discusión relacionada con dinero que terminó convirtiéndose en un ataque extremadamente violento. Pero lo peor vino después. Presuntamente, el joven descuartizó el cuerpo utilizando herramientas eléctricas y repartió los restos en bolsas de basura que luego lanzó a diferentes contenedores de la isla. Parte de esos residuos terminaron en el complejo ambiental de Zurita, donde los agentes tuvieron que buscar durante días entre toneladas de desechos.

Por si fuera poco, los investigadores descubrieron movimientos bancarios sospechosos posteriores a la desaparición. El joven habría realizado transferencias desde la cuenta de su madre hacia la suya propia tras cometer el crimen, desvelando una frialdad económica escalofriante. Finalmente, ante la acumulación de evidencias y la presión policial, su versión se desmoronó por completo. Confesó.

La jueza ha decretado prisión provisional por delitos de homicidio y estafa continuada mientras continúa la investigación judicial. Este caso ha provocado una enorme conmoción en Canarias, especialmente por la brutalidad de los hechos y por el momento tan señalado en el que ocurrieron. Un crimen que nadie en la isla consigue comprender, porque hay asesinatos que impactan, y luego están aquellos en los que el peligro dormía bajo el mismo techo.

¿Qué opináis de este caso? La mezcla de violencia y el móvil económico posterior demuestra una frialdad absoluta. Os leo en los comentarios. 👇

Conozco a este chico (26M) desde hace una década. Nos conocimos en persona hace años, pero como vivíamos en sitios distintos, mantuvimos el contacto sobre todo por mensaje. Hacía mucho tiempo que yo (26F) no estaba con nadie y, como él siempre estaba ahí mostrando interés y escribiéndome a diario, pensé en darle una oportunidad. Al principio no estaba segura al 100% de mis sentimientos, pero pensé: "Es constante, se está esforzando... quién sabe, igual esto funciona".

Al principio era muy atento. Me traía bombones, me llevaba a restaurantes y era muy cariñoso físicamente. Parecía alguien seguro de sí mismo y extrovertido, y sinceramente, confundí esa confianza con estabilidad emocional.

Las señales de alarma que intenté ignorar Poco a poco, las cosas empezaron a resultarme "raras". Tenía una actitud prepotente de "soy el mejor" y hablaba con desprecio de casi todo el mundo. Solía soltar "bromas" del tipo "todas las mujeres sois iguales", riéndose mientras lo decía. Mirando atrás, esos comentarios demostraban exactamente lo que pensaba de las mujeres, pero en aquel momento intenté no darle importancia. Me decía a mí misma que cada persona es un mundo y que no debía juzgarle tan duramente por una "broma". También presumía de que su cosa era para "No quejarse", pero vamos, os aseguro que no era para tanto... normalita.

La relación oculta Yo era la única que le presentaba a mi familia y amigos. En 7 meses, solo vi a su madre una vez porque yo insistí, y nunca llegué a conocer a su hermano a pesar de que viven juntos. Uno de los peores momentos fue en una fiesta en la calle donde nos cruzamos con dos colegas suyos. Estuvo hablando con ellos cinco minutos y ni siquiera dijo mi nombre. Me quedé allí como un pasmarote a su lado y ni siquiera me presentó como su novia. Cuando se lo eché en cara más tarde, intentó excusarse diciendo que él "ni siquiera presenta a su madre a sus amigos". Que solo eran compañeros de trabajo... ¿que por qué les iba a importar quién era yo? Pero creo que eso es educación y respeto básico, ¿no? Aunque solo fuera una amiga suya...

Diferencias morales y voluntariado Nuestros valores estaban en planetas distintos. Tenía opiniones radicales y negativas sobre una religión en concreto. Yo precisamente soy voluntaria en un programa con gente de ese entorno y, en lugar de respetarlo, decía que era una "secta" y que eran "mala gente". Incluso se burlaba del novio de mi hermana (que es de esa fe) sin ni siquiera conocerlo. También estaba totalmente en contra de la adopción, que es un sueño para mí. Fui clara con que algún día querría adoptar, pero se negó en rotundo. Sentí que estaba rechazando la esencia de quién soy.

Tampoco era muy culto. No sabía que Roma es la capital de Italia... ni sabía cuál era la capital de Grecia, aunque soñaba con visitar el país. Creo que lo mínimo es investigar un poco sobre el país donde quieres pasar las vacaciones de tus sueños. Tenía muy malos modales y probablemente muy poca inteligencia emocional.

El chantaje y las tácticas de miedo Lo que más me dolió fue cómo gestionaba los conflictos. Después de nuestra primera bronca fuerte (que causó él), me ignoró durante dos semanas enteras. Cuando por fin hablamos, me dijo que él "nunca iría detrás de una mujer" ni volvería primero porque "eso es lo que las mujeres quieren".

Cada vez que yo me mostraba vulnerable sobre mi ansiedad o mis episodios de depresión, pensaba que estábamos creando confianza. En lugar de eso, lo usaba como munición. En discusiones posteriores, me echaba mi salud mental a la cara, quejándose de todas las "tonterías" con las que tenía que "lidiar". El momento más aterrador fue cuando estábamos discutiendo en el coche y aceleró hasta los 140 km/h. Yo estaba aterrorizada y le supliqué que frenara, pero se negó, aun sabiendo que yo estaba muerta de miedo.

La gota que colmó el vaso Ocurrió la semana pasada. Me di cuenta de que, después de 7 meses, todavía no me había invitado nunca a su casa; siempre tenía que ser yo la que lo insinuara o se autoinvitara. Así que, el día antes, le pedí directamente si podía invitarme a comer para conocer por fin a su hermano. Aceptó.

El día de la comida, 5 horas antes, le dije que quizás llegaría un poco tarde porque tenía que llevar a mi madre al aeropuerto. Le dije que empezaran a comer sin mí y que llegaría lo antes posible. Mi madre siempre está ahí para mí, así que obviamente yo iba a estar ahí para ella.

Se volvió loco. Me exigió una "hora exacta" y, como no pude dársela por las colas del aeropuerto, me desinvitó, a pesar de que le dije que esa comida era importante para mí. Me dijo que "no apareciera", me llamó "tío" (¡a su novia!) y me mandó "a la mierda". Le pregunté si pretendía que dejara a mi madre sola en un taxi por 40 euros solo para llegar puntual a una comida cualquiera, y tuvo cero empatía. No paraba de decir que era una "falta de respeto" llegar tarde a "casa de otra persona", como si yo fuera una desconocida y no su pareja.

El alivio Esa noche, le dije tranquilamente que había sido un maleducado y que yo nunca le haría eso a él. Saltó por los aires. Me dijo que era "insoportable" e "insufrible", y que nadie había tenido que aguantar lo que él había aguantado conmigo... Dijo que era la única persona (aparte de mi familia) que había hecho algo por mí y que nunca encontraría a nadie como él. Incluso soltó que se alegraba de que en el trabajo le fueran a trasladar a otro sitio para no tener que aguantar más mis "incongruencias".

En ese momento, algo se desconectó dentro de mí. No sentí tristeza. Le dije que no le quería en mi vida y sentí una oleada de alivio inmensa e inmediata. No fue pena, solo alivio. Más tarde me pidió perdón, pero yo ya me había despegado emocionalmente. Ahora me doy cuenta de que no estaba en una relación, simplemente le estaba "soportando".

Mensaje personal para quien lea esto: Si te encuentras en una situación así, donde sientes que estás "aguantando" a una persona en lugar de amarla, por favor, no tengas miedo de irte. Estoy feliz de haber tenido la oportunidad de escapar de alguien que solo habría sido más manipulador y tóxico en el futuro. No esperes a que cambien; busca tu propio "interruptor" y elige tu propia paz.

I’ve (26F) known this guy (26M) for a decade. We met in person years ago, but since we lived in different places, we mostly stayed in touch through constant texting. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time, and since he was always there showing interest and texting every day, I figured I’d give it a shot. I wasn't 100% sure about my feelings at first, but I thought, "He’s consistent, he's showing effort... who knows? Maybe this could work."

At the start, he was attentive. He brought me chocolates, took me to restaurants, and was very physically affectionate. He seemed so confident and outgoing, and I honestly confused that confidence with emotional stability.

The Red Flags I Tried to Ignore Slowly, things started feeling "off." He had a strong “I’m the best” attitude and talked down about almost everyone. He’d often make "jokes" like "all women are the same," laughing it off while saying it. Looking back, those comments showed exactly how he felt about women, but at the time, I tried to push it out of my mind. I told myself that every person is different and I shouldn't judge him too harshly for a "joke." He also went on about he had a memorable dick, but let me tell you it wasn't all that... just normal.

I stayed longer than I probably should have because I kept trying to be the "bigger person" and get those doubts out of my head. But as time went on, I’d see other couples interacting, the way they genuinely cared about their partner’s wishes, and it made me realize I was missing something fundamental.

The Hidden Relationship I was the only one introducing him to my family and friends. In 7 months, I only met his mom once because I pushed for it, and I never met his brother even though they live together. One of the worst moments was at a street party where we ran into two of his colleagues. He talked to them for five minutes and never even said my name. I stood there like an awkward statue right next to him, and he didn't even present me as his girlfriend. When I told him off later, he tried to excuse it by saying he doesn't even present his mom to his friends. That they were just work Colleagues.. why would they care who i was.. but that's just basic respect and manners i think? Even if I was a friend of his...

The Moral Divide & Volunteering Our values were on different planets. He had intense, negative views about a certain religion. I actually volunteer with people from that background, and instead of respecting that, he called it a "cult" and said they were "bad people." He even mocked my sister’s boyfriend (who is of that faith) without ever meeting him. He was also completely against adoption, which is a dream of mine. I was clear that I’d return to it someday, but he flat-out said no. It felt like he was rejecting the core of who I am.

He was also not very cultured. He didn't know Rome was the capital city of Italy.. He also didn't know the capital of Greece but dreamed to visit the country... I think someone would at least investigate the city of your dream holiday country. He had very bad manners and probably not a lot of emotional intelligence.

The Weaponizing and the Scare Tactics What really hurt was how he handled conflict. After our first big fight (which he caused), he ignored me for two whole weeks. When we finally spoke, he told me he would "never chase a woman" or come back first because "that’s what women want."

Whenever I was vulnerable about my anxiety or depression, I thought I was building trust. Instead, he used it as ammunition. In later fights, he’d throw my mental health back in my face, complaining about all the "nonsense" he had to "cope with." The scariest moment was when we were arguing in the car and he sped up to 140 km/h. I was terrified and begged him to slow down, but he refused, even though he knew I was scared.

The Final Straw The "drop that filled the glass" happened last week. I realized that after 7 months, he still never invited me over to his house; I always had to be the one to invite myself. So, the day before, I actually asked him if he could invite me for lunch so I could finally meet his brother. He agreed.

On the day of the lunch, 5 hours beforehand, I told him I might be a little late because I was taking my mother to the airport. I told him to start eating without me and that I'd be there as soon as I could. My mom is always there for me, so obviously I’m going to be there for her.

He lost it. He demanded a "precise time," and when I couldn't give one because of airport queues, he uninvited me, even though I told him this lunch was important to me. He told me "not to appear," called me "brother" (me, his girlfriend!), and told me to "fuck off." I asked him if he expected me to leave my mom alone in a taxi for 40 euros just to make a casual, everyday lunch on time, and he had zero empathy. He just kept saying it was "disrespectful" to be late to "someone else's house", as if I were a stranger and not his partner.

The Relief That night, I told him calmly that he was being rude and how i'd never do that to him. He flipped. He told me I was "unbearable" and "unsufferable," and that no one has ever had to put up with the stuff he put up with from me. He said he was the only person (besides my family) who has ever done anything for me, and that I would never find someone like him. He even said he was glad his work was transferring him to another location so he didn't have to face any more of my "incongruences."

In that moment, something just switched off. I didn't feel sad. I told him I didn't want him in my life anymore, and I felt a massive, immediate wave of relief. Not sadness, just relief. He later apologized, but I had already detached. I realize now I wasn't in a relationship, I was just "enduring" him.

Personal message from me to whoever reads it: If you find yourself in a situation like this, where you feel like you are "enduring" a person rather than loving them, please do not be afraid to leave. I am so happy I found the opportunity to escape someone who would have only become more manipulative and toxic in the future. Don't wait for them to change; find your own "switch" and choose your own peace.

I’ve (26F) known this guy (26M) for a decade. We met in person years ago, but since we lived in different places, we mostly stayed in touch through constant texting. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time, and since he was always there showing interest and texting every day, I figured I’d give it a shot. I wasn't 100% sure about my feelings at first, but I thought, "He’s consistent, he's showing effort... who knows? Maybe this could work."

At the start, he was attentive. He brought me chocolates, took me to restaurants, and was very physically affectionate. He seemed so confident and outgoing, and I honestly confused that confidence with emotional stability.

The Red Flags I Tried to Ignore Slowly, things started feeling "off." He had a strong “I’m the best” attitude and talked down about almost everyone. He’d often make "jokes" like "all women are the same," laughing it off while saying it. Looking back, those comments showed exactly how he felt about women, but at the time, I tried to push it out of my mind. I told myself that every person is different and I shouldn't judge him too harshly for a "joke." He also went on about he had a memorable dick, but let me tell you it wasn't all that... just normal.

I stayed longer than I probably should have because I kept trying to be the "bigger person" and get those doubts out of my head. But as time went on, I’d see other couples interacting, the way they genuinely cared about their partner’s wishes, and it made me realize I was missing something fundamental.

The Hidden Relationship I was the only one introducing him to my family and friends. In 7 months, I only met his mom once because I pushed for it, and I never met his brother even though they live together. One of the worst moments was at a street party where we ran into two of his colleagues. He talked to them for five minutes and never even said my name. I stood there like an awkward statue right next to him, and he didn't even present me as his girlfriend. When I told him off later, he tried to excuse it by saying he doesn't even present his mom to his friends. That they were just work Colleagues.. why would they care who i was.. but that's just basic respect and manners i think? Even if I was a friend of his...

The Moral Divide & Volunteering Our values were on different planets. He had intense, negative views about a certain religion. I actually volunteer with people from that background, and instead of respecting that, he called it a "cult" and said they were "bad people." He even mocked my sister’s boyfriend (who is of that faith) without ever meeting him. He was also completely against adoption, which is a dream of mine. I was clear that I’d return to it someday, but he flat-out said no. It felt like he was rejecting the core of who I am.

He was also not very cultured. He didn't know Rome was the capital city of Italy.. He also didn't know the capital of Greece but dreamed to visit the country... I think someone would at least investigate the city of your dream holiday country. He had very bad manners and probably not a lot of emotional intelligence.

The Weaponizing and the Scare Tactics What really hurt was how he handled conflict. After our first big fight (which he caused), he ignored me for two whole weeks. When we finally spoke, he told me he would "never chase a woman" or come back first because "that’s what women want."

Whenever I was vulnerable about my anxiety or depression, I thought I was building trust. Instead, he used it as ammunition. In later fights, he’d throw my mental health back in my face, complaining about all the "nonsense" he had to "cope with." The scariest moment was when we were arguing in the car and he sped up to 140 km/h. I was terrified and begged him to slow down, but he refused, even though he knew I was scared.

The Final Straw The "drop that filled the glass" happened last week. I realized that after 7 months, he still never invited me over to his house; I always had to be the one to invite myself. So, the day before, I actually asked him if he could invite me for lunch so I could finally meet his brother. He agreed.

On the day of the lunch, 5 hours beforehand, I told him I might be a little late because I was taking my mother to the airport. I told him to start eating without me and that I'd be there as soon as I could. My mom is always there for me, so obviously I’m going to be there for her.

He lost it. He demanded a "precise time," and when I couldn't give one because of airport queues, he uninvited me, even though I told him this lunch was important to me. He told me "not to appear," called me "brother" (me, his girlfriend!), and told me to "fuck off." I asked him if he expected me to leave my mom alone in a taxi for 40 euros just to make a casual, everyday lunch on time, and he had zero empathy. He just kept saying it was "disrespectful" to be late to "someone else's house", as if I were a stranger and not his partner.

The Relief That night, I told him calmly that he was being rude and how i'd never do that to him. He flipped. He told me I was "unbearable" and "unsufferable," and that no one has ever had to put up with the stuff he put up with from me. He said he was the only person (besides my family) who has ever done anything for me, and that I would never find someone like him. He even said he was glad his work was transferring him to another location so he didn't have to face any more of my "incongruences."

In that moment, something just switched off. I didn't feel sad. I told him I didn't want him in my life anymore, and I felt a massive, immediate wave of relief. Not sadness, just relief. He later apologized, but I had already detached. I realize now I wasn't in a relationship, I was just "enduring" him.

Personal message from me to whoever reads it: If you find yourself in a situation like this, where you feel like you are "enduring" a person rather than loving them, please do not be afraid to leave. I am so happy I found the opportunity to escape someone who would have only become more manipulative and toxic in the future. Don't wait for them to change; find your own "switch" and choose your own peace.