Airplanes #2
Ho parlato con Sascha, e tutti i dubbi, le lacrime e le frustrazioni che avevo riversato su Sugar, quella notte alla Village, sembrano andate via.
Aspetto il fine settimana per vedere cosa accadrà, e dopo il fine settimana, il giorno in cui I'll talk about the truly open-heart surgery.
It 's like if you do not even render account of what he says, how he treats me. He is no exaggeration to point
I do not care if it is with others, I will, expect, to be treated differently. If not where he is struggling to feed all that love in words?
I hate people who get angry and yell. They remind me of my father in his endless quarrels with my mother, the constant punishment when I did something wrong. Or when I said something wrong.
I am convinced that my sensitivity is also from this. As soon as I hear someone screaming I can not do just close your eyes, cover my ears, begin to cry. Because I do not want to hear those people screaming, swearing that you vomit on him.
Where is written that we can not educate without screaming and beating? Monkey
are shocked when I say it's a right way to educate and we educate his children without problems. In those moments my heart was crying, I gotta catch heavily to not cry at first. I would do anything not to give life to someone else what it was hell for me, from what I have always wanted to run away and then when I ran away.
If he really did it, with its I mean children, I shall become the aunt who comforts that make you laugh, which rendered in different ways.
's why I find myself screaming hurt by Sascha. Because his exaggerations scare me. I can not waste time ... If in future we married and he treated in this way my children, I escaped. Not be approached again. All
describe me as pretty . Not because I am very pretty, absolutely, but the calm and grace with which I speak. With the low tone that distinguishes a conversation with an adult Ineco than cheerful and happy that I use with those who know me always, and my friends. How much time I wasted
to learn that the grace and calm ... that "do not get anything from scratch", that tone that challenges the caller to say what he wants, because I'll always be a considered response and class.
Days and days locked in my solitude, to reason with myself, learning to observe everything, to find out the minimal differences everywhere.
With a smile as I remember: Alessio. That day at school, fourth year, few people in class, probably because of a strike, which came out in the discourse parents.
In her comment that made me raise my head, "After the fifth I leave the house, that my father ... "
I looked, he was sitting at my desk, the faces were 20 cm away, and do not know why everything I knew to say was" You too ... ?. He smiled, with his beautiful face and nodded. Then he lifted his shirt and showed me the sign on the side of "The handle of the broom," he said. "He joked," I replied, because in my comparison was a complaint by girl "No, but it is not always the case, only went there heavy." You would have believed him? I saw sincerity in his eyes. I saw the love that forgives all. "He never did, it's just happened, did not even want." I kept looking at him and then I snapped. We were in class five more prof. Ferrara, all have heard me because I started screaming, that was one of my crisis. Then the professor got up, took my hands, looked at me, hugged me and said "Claire, Claire, we love you, calm down."
This scene does not remember any of this. I only remember what the prof and Alessio. Maybe Michael next to me, that day. Alex's eyes, his hand on his shoulder.
E 'was born there, the respect we have for one another, pictures from time to time, the exchange of the issues, the discussions "hear you because I respect you but I will never share, glances every morning, every now and then kiss.
But it's always been enough to know that was there, someone who understood all along the line what I meant.
I never told anyone why? and what? on Alessio. Now everything is easier. Can we pretend
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