I just had a quick and enlightening (ironic) argument with my father. He says that he believes are not yet able to understand certain things. For example how difficult it is to today 's salary and make do make ends meet. Yes, because I've always been a great spendthrift, I always asked more than I could have, and, above all, I never thought that since there 'is mother, as well as indescribable and unbridgeable gap which he left, there is also a salary less: what helped the most. Yeah, I'm really a cock (more ironic). I gave a cut to the debate because the 'one word that my mouth would be able to say was "fuck you". A fuck you heard of those!
I who am always at home. For four months my life consists of work, English courses, work, home, and fortunately in IM chats with people who are making me feel less lonely and appreciated. People for whom I have a deep affection, and reciprocate. In any case I feel no economic burden than it should, and I have reason to be happy, despite everything. But sometimes I can not let him slip this "mistrust" that shows my father, and that if only I dare him this, he raises a laugh in derision. Yes, because I will never be taken seriously by him. I was the child of six years which has not yet shown how life can be painful, which must be taught to live, and where (hopefully) somebody up there a little gift 'of common sense.
is depressing and makes me realize that while I continue to grow, to learn, to try to improve, someone always stays the same. And after watching it for 25 years, I see no changes in positive.
Mom was proud of me, I'm sure, because he showed with facts.
saddened ... Just today I discovered the cookies I loved as a child: the pennies! Yeah!
