A caryatid collapsed..

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Like all women, I'm no exception.

My life : work (which I loved), children, two, one hour to go and one hour to return .. various problems with my husband's family (Jewish and I am not) .. happiness sometimes, (if the word does not have an obscene connotation) .. HLM quite comfortable after a slum .. And then, after 25 years, my leak (required, it heated too much between my husband and I), children raised ( in fact they are not even raised, even 30 years old)..

And finally I come back again... at my "house" .. and found it burned (!) (an accident) and .. other details : my husband who had fled the ship, in conjugal living with a woman -he does not love he ensures!- then he said he loves her "a little" but not like me (!) and he cannot live alone .. and she is soft and nice and apparently loves him strongly .. and above all (?) she has a great apartment in a historic district, it counts ! Bravo "Meetic"..

But more important, I found too my son completely apolitical, some asshole : all his live is his companion, his car, his dogs, his food and his " future " (in truth, nothing).. to this point that when I tried to tell them about Louis Nouvel (a  resistant dead during the Second World War which I am linked) they immediately plunged their eyes in a catalogue of promotions of a discount supermarket.. an essential reading for them. Confusion and crisis, after which I was told to be a pain in the neck (well, not really exactly but) .. in my own home (a detail ) and .. in other words, they languish I returned to my Cevennes. Good.

And the Caryatid collapsed. The réassortissage of my husband? compounded by his way of life boggling for a man formerly hard left ecological ? At this point , it's almost funny .. But .. the catalog of inter- market (or Ed, unless it is Lidle , forgive the approximation of this fundamental historical truth ) was the drop in too. Crisis, I think I have called them idiots, or son to daddy or something like that, if I did not, now, it is. The top is they want to demolish the house (an old building harmonious millstone with a lot of memories, quite serviceable ) to build .. a building (!) report , which " require " (!) to pull trees and vandalize the garden. I oppose and have to fight it with all three.

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So you know what? But yes, you guessed maybe .. it is perhaps not so difficult .. It seems that I am a DE- PRESSIVE vouiii ! and that I require care of a doctor,  psychiatrist may be (!) It is for my goof they said, this is serious. They fucks air my house, my man fled and matches with Colette (for convenience, he says) .. and .. it is I who requires " care " (!) because " I am not well" .. Note that at any time there is question for them to abandon their project (!) Like so, it would be too simple .. project which is the most important cause of the trouble imposed on me. If I summarize, this is the ambulance that crushes you and remain on you without moving (!) but complains for you and still offers to get you to the hospital (with some electroshock, who knows, I have forgotten my restrictions) It is for my good, I should thank.

* It seems that we must "go forward" (goddamned! ) that " it's the past," and also that Gustau and Louis "are not the only ones to be dead" (indisputable historical truth, unlike from the brochure, I hesitate, it must be "Ed" finally).. that IT IS THE PAST AND THEY DON’T CARE OF THE PAST; THEY “POSITIVE”. Bravo !