My father left the house when they divorced. I was 13 at this time. He moved out in the house that is just on the opposite side of the street. My mother was really mad at him because she couldn't stand seing him, and having the view on his flat made her really crazy. For us, kids, it was great because we could go and see him very often, and it was very convenient, especially when we had an argument with either one of them, we could just go to the other. My sister was also used to confuse them saying both of them she was sleeping to the other so she could go wherever she wanted without anyone knowing where she was. well done sister! ;)
My father is a great guy, but also has a dark side. He always buys us expensive thing so that he can complain afterwards, and say that he's poor and that he has made a great sacrifice. You never know wether he does it because he really has a strong family spirit and want to help us or because he tries to buy us. When he left home he lost all the friends he had in common with my mother, and was really lonely in his new flat. He married again one year after the divorce though, and found a nice wife. We couldn't bear her at first with my sister, but now that she's been here for many years, we appreciate her very much. She is from Romania and it really funny because life there seems to be really different than here, and she sometimes have so strange behaviours, a bit like "Borat" :D When my mother was told my father married, she drove completely mad, and we lived one month with all the shutters closed, so that the flat was completely dark. I had to argue with her to make her realize how crazy and stupid it was...
Well, my father is now still lonely because appart from his wife and us, he never sees anyone else. He's kind of asocial. He's obsessed with making tiny boats enter in bottles, he can work on it four hours, and even days when he has some days off. It's really impressive, the way he is absorbed in this activity. He's also a painter, and he likes better painting than going out, so he almost never goes out. It's really weird I think, I couldn't leave without at least having a walk outside, or see some friends. It must be really boring...
When my parents tell us stories, you can never know wether it's true or not. My father for instance told us about a trip he made in an eastern country for his work (he work as an expert for the state) and told us things that seemed more coming from a James Bond scenario than from the real life. He's a bit paranoid some times I think, he thinks he was used as a spy to look for some secret informations... well, I won't tell you everything, it's too complicated and boring, but it is just to say that every time I discuss with him or with my mother, I never know what I can believe. I always feel strange afterwards, as if I was disconnected with the reality.
My sister is a really nice girl, she's three years younger than me. We have a really close contact, and we really can trust each other, and support each other when we have problems. We also have a lot of fun together. She's a bit naive though, and always has problems with jerks that take advantage of her. I don't understand why she can't find someone decent, because she's really cute and kind and everything. Well, she has no luck, but I hope it will change!
And I'm in the middle of all that, it's not always easy, but I must say that I have a lot of fun when I tell my friends about the crazy things my parents do sometimes. It's always better not to take it too seriously, and to have a good laugh about it.
3 comments:
Interesting story. Are you very protective of your sister?
That's very odd that your dad moved across the street. My parents are divorced and I live with my dad. When my parents got divorced, my dad moved us completely across the country.
Yes I am, and I think that I have to as a brother. She does some crazy things sometimes... And I really don't like the guy she is with for the moment. They've been together for some month. He's had hard times, and was used to take drugs. One evening he took my sister for a ride in his car while being drugged. When she told me that I really hated him because it's really irresponsible and dangerous, and I don't know what I would have done if they had had an accident. He's better now, but I will never trust him after that.
It may be odd but as I said, I think it was good for us, it would have been far more difficult if he had moved to another city as your father did. It should have been a hard time for you, at least at the beginning wasn't it?
Dang man, what a life so far! I haven't had half that excitement in my entire life.
It's sounds like you've got some god methods fro dealing with what goes on, though. That's good. If you can't change something, then worry about it less.
I'm glad you have a sis who's really close, too. All it takes is that one special person you can share everything with, and you get through any difficulty in life, I guarantee it. :)
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