Yet
shots, he began to be there regularly.
all started with both or one of his buddies came home.
They had booze together, and finally had a little quarrel.
So I had separated, and I took Frank into the hallway to calm him.
While I spoke, I took a mighty head in the nose!
as I was stunned.
This gesture left me panting like drunk myself.
I do not understand what had happened.
We talked about the following days, but I was forgiven.
Another time, another of his friends had come home to dinner.
They had booze (as usual!), And played cards.
was a very old friend of Frank, and he had a real bad influence on him.
was his partner for playing bocce, and it was he, an alcoholic, seriously ill. He drank every day in the morning. He led
Franck, who did not need it, every weekend.
That evening, therefore, when they had been drinking heavily, and the tone went up, Frank had to pick up another bottle.
Quietly, I told him that it might be better to stop.
Not that I do not understand why, when I was pregnant, he started hitting me, making me fall, and giving me a kick when I was on the ground!
Memories ... Memories ... My life would she then made as this? Violence?
I had taken refuge in the room, crying ... and I still forgave ... As I have forgiven every time!
My enemy, in this situation, it was not Franck, but alcohol!
How could I blame him. When he was not drunk, it was a lovely boy.
And it was not his fault that he drank.
In her family, everyone Picolit more or less. During the wake, everybody was more or less drunk, and a meal without alcohol was not a real meal. If we were going home, we could not, as they said, start on one leg, he had to take at least two drinks! It was a good franchouillard alcoholism, common, ordinary.
And then there was always this great sadness in his beautiful blue eyes.
I remember like it was yesterday, this day he was sick.
It was a lot of temperature, so I had prepared his medicines. He was lying on the couch, he was cold, I went to get a blanket.
Smiling, I had "surrounded" and a kiss. He had taken my hand and told me that nobody had ever done that.
I still get goose bumps. I can still hear his words resonate. His parents, he received a lot of slaps, but obviously some affection! How
him wish it had been so unhappy!
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