tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49470409460420488472024-02-08T02:56:51.023-08:00Cricket's ThoughtsGânduri de la firul ierbii. @AncaIlieAncahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-4473371925412576432012-06-12T02:50:00.001-07:002012-06-12T02:50:25.457-07:00Blue seaAll her life, she thought her mother did everything because she was alone. But now she came to realize that her mother did the same as every women would do. No man clean the house, play with the kids, or wash the dishes, for that matter. Only her life would somehow might have been different, would she realize that years ago. Different, less hopefull. Hope is good. Disappointment is horrible.Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-83818066260147722322012-04-10T07:52:00.005-07:002012-04-10T07:52:41.541-07:00The FiddleLosing her father had not prepared her for the many subsequent losses of life.Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-1606374824037600412012-04-10T07:52:00.002-07:002012-04-10T07:52:16.146-07:00The Storm<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You know what's the worst things about parents dying?
It's all the questions you'll never get to ask them. Little things you thought
you’d have forever to find out."</div>Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-22101458606353031142011-12-10T07:12:00.001-08:002011-12-10T07:14:22.615-08:00The orange rainShe never thought this way, but yes, it could have been a little disapointment involved. Actually, a lot of disapointment. Who would choose them? Nobody did. No other man wanted to be their father.Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-8822553265923452532011-12-08T00:14:00.001-08:002011-12-08T00:15:17.089-08:00The Purple Violin<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="RO">She knew only too
well how painful life could be when the normal family pattern was torn apart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-65619026795779469282011-12-07T04:53:00.001-08:002011-12-07T05:00:58.668-08:00The red carouselBut she didn't think of him, of his own needs. All he wants is a clean shirt, a warm meal, a nice wife and healthy children. What else? How come he's got such a nevrotic wife, with so many personality disorders? It's not his fault she lost her father when she was a child, and she blames the universe for that! It's not his fault his own mother died, leaving him without a motherly figure around to find comfort in. He’s been working a lot of energy and time in the office, why isn’t that enought? Why does she keep asking him about taking the children to school, or reading them, or buying groceries, or cleaning the house? All these are her job to do, not his.Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-90261404128411164282011-12-05T08:08:00.001-08:002011-12-05T08:12:45.538-08:00The flying saucerNobody taught her how to raise a husband. She's been learning how to raise a child. But a husband - that's something totally different.<br />
When a child is sick, she's learnt how to be pacient and give him/her the medicine and confort him/her in her motherly arms. When her husband is sick - he just complains, he comlains about his sickness and he complains about not being taken care of. He needs to be taken to the doctor, he needs to be reminded to take the medicine, he needs to stay at home to recover, which he doesn't and furthermore, he is upset his wife has become a pain in the ass for telling him what to do.Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947040946042048847.post-78530268108540668722011-12-01T00:26:00.001-08:002011-12-01T00:30:38.080-08:00The blue monkeyHer father died when she was seven. She's been trying to find him in every man she met ever since.Ancahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11390667927946371455noreply@blogger.com0