I know, I have to share my family system with you, before I can start talking about these damn last days. It isn’t very interesting, but it’s very important for understanding. I have a father, 52 years old. He works very much, is a local politician and in my opinion he missed all the years of my grow up. He had never any time for his family, with the excuse, that someone has to earn the money for the family. The next person in my family, and for me the most important is my mum, 49 years old. She’s the contact point for everyone in the family. She knows all the worries, tries to make everything better and I think, if it goes on for another two or three years, she will be mentally disordered. And therefore I try to make any worries, and if she has problems, if she needs help, if she needs someone to speak with, I’m here for her.
And now, I’ve to introduce you to my sister. She’s going to be 22 this month. Well, she’s the problem child. She quitted school, after making threats on someone’s life, as I know. She began a apprenticeship to become a dentist’s assistent. After changing the working place she became pregnant by her ex-friend. She recognized it when she was in the fifth month … and well, that’s strange. Yeah, she splitted up with her ex-friend, with which she tried to live a normal life. Well, her son Timotheé was born, and she found a new friend. An apparently normal guy. The rent an appartement, and they always show themselves as the best couple on earth. And since some days everythings seems to change. They quarrel about something anybody knows what it is. She packed his bags and took the key of the appartement, which is paid by both. She seems becoming kind of mad.
Well, and therefore since yesterday we’re having many loud discussions about it. My daddy is seemingly convinced, that everything will be better, if he yells. But it doesn’t. It makes all worse. My mum becomes the frustration of my dad. And she wants to speak with my sister and her friend. And I? I’m talking to my mother. Although I only want to sit in front of my notebook, writing stuff, and listening to music. But it’s hard to concentrate if the world arounds you seems to change.
