me and my father havnt understood eachother very well during the past couple of years, but lately ive started to warm up to him a little. the only thing is, he treats my mom like shit. he doesnt mean to, he does his best to make her happy, but sometimes hes just being a jerk and saying mean things, and i dont think he even relizes hes being rude because she acts like nothing. she tells me she just cant bother to pick a fight about every little thing, so she just shuts up while he critizises her roots, her family, her friends...
and when i tell him to stop, and she agrees with me, and they start fighting...
i found out he reads my blog. at first i was like, shit whats he gona think. but his only comment was "so youre proud of your mother being a professor?".
then again, the only really once gave me any advice worth living according to, and it souded: "fuck around as much as you can so you know what you want when youre choosing someone to marry". i guess its better that way that how it went for my mom. when she was 16 she moved in with my dad who was 19 and her parents refused to pay for anything because of it.
so, something happier:
yesterday i ran into a friend who i generally only see in the summers. i hung out with her and her little brother for a while. we sled went down a hill on baking trays, it went fast as fuck and i got snow everywhere. managed to hit a wire once and so im kindof sore on one side. her brother is 15 bytheway and my friend usually make me keep a safety distance of 1 meter. lol.
were leaving now to go to my moms house (im at my dads now, explain more later about the diff houses) and i dont have a comp there, so i guess thats it for now.
i miss all you people in switzerland!
x
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