Day Three

My hearty ‘Good Morning’ didn't quite work the way I expected. I got told off for talking to Big Eyes over her breakfast and was told to not move or talk or do anything thing and just wait for instructions. Unless of course ‘you have any more orders from mum?!’. Big Eyes was forcefully given the chicken and eggs that she was supposed to have last night before I stupidly fed them after four hours of abandonment.

I was ordered upstairs to rest and get ready everything we needed for the day. I am often being told to ‘rest’ at the same time as; sweeping the floors, tidying the bedroom, or giving the bambinos a wash. I tend to ignore the prior and just go with the latter. It’s worked so far.

I came back downstairs to a more amenable GIN. She told me to run up and down the stairs after useless items and fruitless searches. Having had her fun she was back to her old self; I am to find a man to love a.s.a.p. If they don’t love me, I just have to get myself pregnant by them and trick him into a marriage. And ALL this time I've been wondering why I'm single! 

Also, degrees are just for power and young people have power so I shouldn't wait to finish  my education so I can lord myself over everyone and just find love, like she knows I want to. Simple.

Off to the sports club again. Only six and a half hours in total this time. I was prepared this time though, so all went well, thank you very much.

Next to a Thai restaurant that Ginger has been moaning about since he arrived. GIN is very generous with food, which I enjoy; she tells me to feed me and not the kids, which is the opposite to the last stint I had in France.
However, there is just one issue. If I gratefully express my satiated state before the table is empty of food, I get The Look of GIN. As if I had just slapped her in the face or ripped her grandchild’s ear off. Or, if I thankfully refuse a dessert, GIN says ‘Do as you are told’. So, off I slope to order even more food I can’t and don’t want to eat.

Just to give you a very tiny insight as to why GIN may be a bit unsettled, breakfast was a mug of wine. Lunch at 12h came with beer. Then she disappeared for three and a half hours. Later, rum and coke for dinner. Okay, so part from the MUG of WINE at breakfast, it doesn't seem so bad; but she won’t eat anything. And she’s looking after kids. AND she has a snap-temper. I feel emotionally void at current, because one minute, she’s be making a joke and the next she’s taking a jab at me, or telling me how her life has fallen apart or how her children are failing her.

I've learnt not to say ‘I see’ when interjected and the corresponding pauses, as she will out burst with ‘No, you can’t say “I see”. You have no idea. You are too young to know anything. What do you know? See; nothing!’. The same goes for ‘I understand’ and ‘Really!’. Now I stick to ‘Right’ and ‘Yes’, (she doesn't like ‘Yeah’ either.)

My vocabulary may well be stunted by the time I reach normality again.

Finally, a word of wisdom; Every man is like King Lear (he wants to sex all his daughters) but they are not animals, so they don’t. Phew!
Also, daughters that are doted on and cared for by their fathers, soon have to learn to be a girl, and not a man. This comes with discovering that we can’t do what we want; love and babies always come first. I too will learn this in time. Maybe ten years, but by then of course, it’ll be too late and I will be wasted (hence finding love now and not waiting a year). 

Understood!