Mes parents

My parents are divorced in a good way. Or that's what I've always felt at least.



Some people try to psychoanalyse me into suffering from some sort of subconcious depression because that would be the "normal thing". I disagree. Thank god they're divorced or I would have to suffer quarrels daily due to some seriously different views on upbringing!

My mother, an ex so-called "raggare" who moved away from home when she was 15, lets me do pretty much what I want as long as it doesn't affect her.

Dictionary

Raggare - member of a gang of youths who ride about in cars

My father, a Chilean with the strict upbringing of a Catholic country, having lived through some serious circumstances before ending up in Sweden, keeps me short and doesn't really trust that I can take care of myself. Can be sorta frustrating.

They're quite different. And if I were to listen to both of them, I would have to split in half.

More than that I can't really say. Both of them have found new partners, my father only recently, and I can tell that it's doing him good, at least right now. I love him for having brought me Spanish. Some parents seem to be too lazy to teach their kids their own native tongue. I mean, what is that?!