I am demanded to come over to the kitchen to chat. Chat as in... have fun talking about anything and everything (which usually ends up in rather emotional corners of moms brain, which she tries to project as very rational facts into other peoples brains).
So tonight I finally got the chance to talk about the wedding and Victor coming here to see me after the wedding...
Then we got into talking how my parents split up, my grandma ("Nonna" ital. for "granny") and all that sort of stuff.
Right, my parents got to know each other at a theatre play of the "Nibelung Saga", good old German fairytale- mom was the male main character "Siegfried". Lucky then: Mom got preggers and they decided to keep me. As in "not abort me". Mom says, they didn't even discuss that.
Right, so eventually they moved into tha commune house-thing where I grew up.
When I was 5 the relationship was going downhill and they had the brilliant idea of getting married. I remotely remember that.
Mom happened to go have photos done that came back and showed my dad having sex with another girl mom knew. What a nice way of finding out.
She went to holland with her best friend and when she called home, me a tiny 6 year old told her about dad and me having a visitor and now nice it was. She knew it was that lady. It didn't last, after that relationship ithink he met Andrea, his wife now. Andreas husband and mom were even betting how long it'd go (not actually giving it a lot of time) ..."well, I think that was a bit of mis-calculation" mom says and giggles.
...
Over the last few years these talks to mom had me understand what happened in her life all the more. Every time she opens up a bit more.
It's good.
And at some point the fascination about my dad, my obsession of putting him on a higher level at my mom - it had to pass.
Full stop.
Now this is how you start your life into "grown-up"-business... Welcome world: This is me
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