That was actually the irreparable just committed
... This weekend has been really amazing!
On Sunday, I went home my parents in the day, exhausted.
I do not telling my parents to my personal life.
Besides I do not tell much, in general. However, I was a big talker, but impossible to have a discussion about life in general, politics, or whatever. We ate
always together at night, and sometimes we had free of laughs, but we lived just folded in on ourselves.
I think my mother had, as they say, his head in the bag. She worked hard and has always wanted to have a perfect house, not a Grain dust, wallpaper nine regularly, a nickel machine, in short, she was a little slave. Especially, at this point, my father was not very much at home. It is also she who had to manage all the paperwork, etc..
short, she was working all week in Paris, took public transport with a lot of changes, returning in the evening current, was to eat, then the rest of stewardship, and went to bed, to resume tomorrow the same thing.
arrived at the weekend. Friday night racing, then cook, etc.. On Saturday morning, cleaning, Saturday afternoon, you saw my aunt and her family, often at home, then cook for 8 / 9 persons, store, etc.., on Sunday morning, the market really early, then store, peel vegetables , cooking, setting the table in the dining room, eat, store, then take an hour to lie with my father, side by side, watching a little TV, quiet, and then, cleaning, ironing, blow drying, re dining in the evening and go to bed to resume on Monday morning!
Not easy to have time for yourself or to share!
At the time, I felt help, but when you're young, you're also a bit dumb! I have done more, my brother would have to do more, and my father too!
We do not share too many moments of confidences.
side weight, I continued my climb! Slowly but surely.
must say that since I worked, I had ample opportunity to buy what I wanted to attend the pastries, and other vendors of chocolate bars!
supply side, nothing had changed, I continued to eat as children, chicken and fries, bread, butter, chocolate, the cow laugh, and grenadine ...
Xavier called me several times the week that followed. There was a real cool between us. I did not say I slept with another, but that other occupied all my thoughts.
Throughout the week, I tried to get in touch with Frank.
He lived about ten miles from my parents. He had an apartment.
I ended up staying home on Saturday evening.
There were two or three friends with him that night.
The first thing that grabbed me when I returned home, it was the state of his apartment.
Almost no furniture, a garden table as a dining room table, an old couch, a television set on standby of old furniture covered with rugs to hide the misery while it was only the highlight.
A new world for me, that of "poverty. "Finally, I had always grown up in a privileged background, but I do really was not realized.
I did not know that an apartment could be so poorly furnished. That does not bother me, but surprised.
And I also discovered what could be the life of a single guy home alone!
We talked a lot. It was touching, and most importantly, I felt he was so desperate for someone who loves him.
He had experienced a difficult test, and was a little confused, depressed hindsight.
The next day I saw Xavier, and I felt that something was broken between him and me. I no longer felt that I experienced this dependence vis-à-vis him.
Everything seemed so complicated in our relationship, whereas with Franck everything seemed so simple. I
Franck reviewed often, and we had a symbiotic relationship very early.
We spent days in bed that we never left except to eat and drink, and yet ... I even missed days of work which had never happened.
I put my job in brackets.
Yet I climbed the ladder ... well I changed box several times, and I was now commercial director, I was making my life even better!
I changed!
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