That was the day when I realized I hate it. Who? But my father, of course.
Not that I wanted the first well, was always out for one reason or another, and hardly saw him at dinner. I did not feel mine, I saw him there, I assumed the good that I had to prove and I never asked why but he never showed it to me. However, not hated, at least not before that day.
was the end of May. Normally I would have to stay in school in the afternoon, but being close to the summer vacation, the output had been anticipated for some time. The mother was working, had to come get him. Dad. I waited quite a while, Then I walked back home alone. There I found no one and, terrified, I went out into the garden in the hope that there was Ian, our butler.
I found my father instead. In the arms of what was probably un'universitaria. The thing that made me angrier, honestly, was not the betrayal of itself as the utter lack of respect towards the mother. Heck, that was his home.
However I was a decent girl, I always repeated my mother. So I did onstage, I wiped a tear and went into hiding in my room.
did not say anything to Mom. I did not want cover that worm, no. Simply could not find the words. What was I supposed to say? "Hey, but look what I caught Dad snog with another woman in the garden. Ah, anyway I want to snack bread and Nutella. " No, come on, but it?!
I simply take my mother to myself. In the few moments when my father was home, I became more affectionate than usual with her. I would never allowed to make fun more than he already was doing.
It is not difficult to understand that I loved my mother with my whole being. It was the most beautiful woman in the world, sweet, nice, wise. I can not tell a fault, to be honest. Maybe someone can make me think that to see so great was the hatred I felt for my father but I can confirm that no, it is not the case at all. My mother would always adored. He was my everything, the mirror of my soul ... I viewed myself in her and she sees herself in me. We complement each other. A desire to be a moment more concise: I loved her.
As for me, I was a little girl with some kind of problems, indeed! At school I was going pretty well, I had my turn of girlfriends with whom spend the afternoons and, in addition to my father, in principle, get along with the rest of the world. Also I had everything I wanted, we were particularly well economically and have what I wanted to just ask. This should not however make you think that I was a svampitella flawed. No, never that. I was just happy that I had and I enjoyed it without any worries. But then that may have concerns about a child of 9 years? At the time I had only surrounding myself with roses, smell good and it seemed that everything was better.
back to my father, even without my intervention Mom, however, discovered his many betrayals. Although he was in love with him, is still a very intelligent woman and definitely not very confident. So, after a number of inconsistencies on the part of my father, mother hired a private investigator and had him follow her. What he found you can very well understand their own and that night he came down the luggage of my father Ian and instructed to deliver them with the prohibition to bring it into the house, whatever the reason.
I do not care to say hello. After all, why pretend to be really sad when I breathed a sigh of relief at the news? It was my father, ok, put me in the world, ok, but he had done for me besides make me feel the only reason I continue to stay with mom? Nothing at all. So I had no reason to show regret his departure.
I looked out the window on the second floor of the corridor, I saw his red spider away and I let out a smile.
Some divorce of their parents has lived in a different way, he lived it wrong. I'm sorry if, by telling him how I lived, I'm upsetting but I can not hide the fact that since my father went away my life improved significantly. Not
that there was still damn anxiety, or fear of a fight. There was quiet, my mother and I were serene and my only concern was to make her laugh. And, in truth, I could almost always.
arrived so my thirteenth birthday, which of course my father did not appear. The festeggiai small, with his mother and grandparents who were observed to be with me always very present.
Finally I was a teenager, ready to take over the reins of my life and with the 'only aspiration to have fun, have fun and still fun.
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Cortino Sorry for the episode and of little significance, but I needed an introduction to the new heir>. \u0026lt;
to forgive me, here's a little pic-spam on Jun and Rupert which are passed to senior citizens! Are not very nice!? : DDDD
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