I think I mentioned once, but I have a father who is a real asshole ... my relationship with him, is practically nil and I do not think I'll have to life at least not a father and daughter ... I must admit that it was not always like that ... and I remember that for some time in my life my father had worship ... worship later this became a great disappointment after another, then wine bitterness and now in the most absolute indifference ...
I lived with my father up to April 22, 1990 ... among other things that day was the day my father got up first and last time my mother's hand, that day we left our house in the neighborhood of Salamanca, never to return, that day marked the life of my mother, my brothers, mine and my family forever, the day that my brothers and I celebrate every year.
We were the first children of divorced parents all around us ... we had to do as my mother was crushed to work day, afternoon and evening to take us forward and that we maintain "our standard of living" was none other than the one we had provided my father and my mother ... I think that made us become stronger, united us much and as a result of that we are a real pineapple.
My father is a snake charmer is ready, is intelligent, charming and attractive, is a compulsive liar and usually the person who knows you paid down quickly at his feet ... that also happened Olivier my husband, a family must be too traditional, when it decided to get married he insisted on knowing my father ... took 5 minutes to fall under the spell ... Olivier ... a guy used to dealing with the worst of the worst in their work, an uncle cum laude in psychology ... I honestly believe I could not ... clear that the spell hard as Sabina says "what last two fish of ice in a whiskey on the rocks" ... and after some stay, dinner, promises, hugs, talks The story ends as always ... I crying on my house because my father had moved from his daughter's wedding, my mother swearing in Aramaic and pleading on the phone to my father once again that no I also spoil my wedding day and my brothers totally outraged been wanting to go find him ... the day after our wedding Olivier sent him a message thanking him ... "thanks for showing me that man does not want to be", have never cross word ...
20 years ago today that ... and I remember and celebrate like it was yesterday.
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