Cristina Annalina, Sara and I, working seriously and we work hard, become practically a "one", so much so that within a few months had already seen the first tangible and concrete. And James? James had that role in all this? Well, he took care to accompany Raffaele serving pre-school in the morning, then went to work, and the rest of the burden was delegated to me. Rarely relate to the teachers, not even had much sympathy for them, because people who did not scruple to take a parent ritessero when appropriate, or to call things by their name. It was also realized, though I had not ever talked about openly, that there were tensions and unclear and conflicting situations between us, and he was annoyed that it perceives it and become aware. There was a period during which we slaughtered for real, I had it in him, he with me. By the time I realized that because of his attitude was not entirely his. It was just was not ready, was not ready to "take the leap," but what I was doing. Was still anchored in the values \u200b\u200band ideals which had been sent by his family of origin, ideals of submission, self-sacrifice of the female figure in favor of male chauvinism. The male had the power and benefits about everything, while the woman? she was born to suffer and endure. This had been inculcated by the despotic and oppressive mother figure, which represented the "true male of the house", manipulating and blackmailing the poor husband, who was forced, in order not to suffer his Vengeful, to accept the conditions that were strette.Rammento plots behind the poor victim, to show people that she was "the mother's heart, which kept the children and defended them even if it means clashing with her husband. But in reality things were not so, she beat some, but for one daughter and one son, the other did not exist for her, and admitted that they had problems, she had much to think about and could not help it. James indeed was not a bad soul, was a confused, disoriented. He had not yet focused on the facts. I admit the mistakes of my parents quietly, as he found it hard to recognize those of the other party, so he hurled against me in their favor. He too had been taught to raccontarsela, and believe it, maybe it was his defense against a truth that bothered him, bumped him.
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