I swallowed one.
But I'm spoiled. I cannot eat sausages without a Dijon mustard. Kan niet. Non passaran.
My friend Natas is eating, what's it called... the Dutch national meal, the sour sausage and cabbage with mashed potato. "You can have some, if you like."
I stay spoiled. I have no options. I was brought that way. My mother was fucked up, almost like Maria. She only loved me when I was a baby and then again when I was grown-up.
We've discussed having children, Maria y ja. I told you what happened.
Maria LOVES children. I love them more by the day. I think about a daughter, half-Venezuelan, but I have a son. Age 12. Never met him.
Have to make amends.
Then she changed her mind. She realized she would not be a good mother. I am not sure. "If I have a child, I'll just leave her with you." Alternatively, we talked about adopting a girl from Venezuela.
This is still my plan.
Post je objavljen 09.02.2008. u 15:18 sati.