The Relatives We Don't Choose

I don't like mine either. My dad's been writing my whole life. He loves me and my brother very much, but when he drinks another man. My husband's brother... in prisons, on communes, problems with the police, and all your life this has dragged him in. Now it was a year in an alcoholism treatment center. His mother and father paid. More than euro12,000 went. We went to dinner at his place the other day. And the brother like a pour of brandy - jazz 3 water glasses. And when you start with life, about how simple a man is, but a good one, that thing... and the more he drank the more nonsense he grew. So much more nonsense. It's a disgusting family. How I became a part of them. The dog climbs up the table, they take him from a walk without washing his paws. We have a dog, a cat, and two guinea pigs. It doesn't smell like animals. Paws wash every day, clean toilets, washbowls. The dog to the table does not approach, the bed does not go up, knows his bed. Only the child when he was sick for a week slept with him, but again - washed bathed combed. Dewormed and vaccinated, too. When the little one gets better, he's back on the bed in the living room. He's got a mattress of his. And that dog - licks from the table, the woman cuts a cake, the dog quota gets his tongue from the edge. He's cutting some cake and half the icing on it. In us, the cat, where it is difficult to train does not enter the kitchen. He knows where he can and doesn't. Their child, aged nine, can't read. And cooking just repeats a woman give a brandy, a woman sips more, give me ice, Have a meal. I don't know. And when he says that, let's meet me, we're a family. fall How to fences views