Old rememories...
I had to look for some books for University and such this afternoon. And had a weird time on the way back home:
When I went to my bus, two old persons (around 65-70) where aguing about some stupid things. A story of chicken that was cooked but shouldn't have been cooked because the husband wanted to use it on some other occasion. But the way he was speaking, his voice and arguments, definitely reminded me of... my father. I could have chosen to sit far from them in the bus, but I decided not to, because it's important to remember what my life (and my mother's life) was before my parents began their divorce: with time, sometimes, I wonder if I didn't exagerate some things, I was young after all... but no I didn't. And I sat right behind them. It was "funny", he was really using the same voice (angry/mean/fool/"illuminate") and arguments than my father: she had done it especially to do something against him, it's psychological actually, because whatever she does she does it against him, she's mean, and blah blah. Or so he said. And everytime she tried to open her mouth to say: "but I...", he went to: "no! shut up, you know you're wrong, stop or I go to the driver and make him stop!". Oh and there was also a story of bread: looks like she tried another baker one day, meaning she didn't go to -the- baker -her husband- had chosen. Which is a real shame, don't you think, definitely a reason to get most angry, don't you agree?
And this lasted for all of the way on bus (about 20mns), it had begun before, it went on after. Fortunately, the lady looked like a very kind and calm person. Good luck to her, that's all I can say...
...And that I'm really glad I don't have to live it anymore (and of course I'm even more glad my mother doesn't have to live it anymore).
When I went to my bus, two old persons (around 65-70) where aguing about some stupid things. A story of chicken that was cooked but shouldn't have been cooked because the husband wanted to use it on some other occasion. But the way he was speaking, his voice and arguments, definitely reminded me of... my father. I could have chosen to sit far from them in the bus, but I decided not to, because it's important to remember what my life (and my mother's life) was before my parents began their divorce: with time, sometimes, I wonder if I didn't exagerate some things, I was young after all... but no I didn't. And I sat right behind them. It was "funny", he was really using the same voice (angry/mean/fool/"illuminate") and arguments than my father: she had done it especially to do something against him, it's psychological actually, because whatever she does she does it against him, she's mean, and blah blah. Or so he said. And everytime she tried to open her mouth to say: "but I...", he went to: "no! shut up, you know you're wrong, stop or I go to the driver and make him stop!". Oh and there was also a story of bread: looks like she tried another baker one day, meaning she didn't go to -the- baker -her husband- had chosen. Which is a real shame, don't you think, definitely a reason to get most angry, don't you agree?
And this lasted for all of the way on bus (about 20mns), it had begun before, it went on after. Fortunately, the lady looked like a very kind and calm person. Good luck to her, that's all I can say...
...And that I'm really glad I don't have to live it anymore (and of course I'm even more glad my mother doesn't have to live it anymore).