07/06/2010

I can not believe that i just had a huge discussion with my mother over something that is so frustrating as my divorce. How can she... How could she... How can this be happening??? When and how did my life turn upside down. How and when did i get into this mess. Why is this writing.com so complicated? I just want to pour down words and get my hungry thoughts out of the head. And it's already so unfair that i have to do it into the void and not have a friendly shoulder to cry on.

It's really sad that my story can't be told to friends or family and not even in my own language, so afraid i am that somebody will recognize me from it. But in order to try to maintain my sanity i need to tell to, whom ever may be out there, my life story.

Are you listening? I'm counting on you to pass a fair judgement. As you have no face i will give you a name because i need the illusion of your attention. I just decided to call you INK, which is the initials of my three wonderfull kids. So INK, forget all about the world crisis, the problems at work, your own family problems even and, please, hear me out...

1961

This is the year in which i was born. Nothing special about it. I am the second child of a family of three kids. Of course I have no memories of my first years but know that my parents didn't have an easy life and weren't very happy just as probably 75% of the so called poor families of that time.

Was i a happy girl around my 6/7 years? Yes, i think so, i wasn't aware of the money issues or the grown up problems. I was just an average skinny girl who went to school and played with improvised toys like all the other girls and boys.

And then by the age of 10 i fell in love....