C'est l'histoire d'une femme qui tombe de sa vie....
Things here are okay. Oh, come to think of it, I don't know if we had ever settled on an answer, but I believe that OK comes from 0 killed - 0K. OK? And here in my pitiful world, there have been 0 killed.
I don't like France so much, anymore. Or at least not the French. In many ways, they deserve their bad reputation. I am tired of the violence, rudeness, etc. I miss being around nice people and I'm tired. I miss my friends. I miss the American way of life, of finishing work at 5, of not spending 4 hours a day in the train and metro, and of just being me instead of trying to cope with change and loneliness and sadness. I don't know that I will ever come back here once I leave this time around. I feel drained and down, and just want to go home or to a military base full of Americans, and for things to be the way that they were before. But home isn't anywhere, really, anymore, so what's a girl to do?!
I miss my kids, too. Even though I think I did the right thing letting my daughter spend a year with her father, especially after witnessing what Sandrine has done to Fabrice and what my friend, D**'s, ex wife, whose name I have conveniently forgotten, has done to him and to their daughters... Despite all of that, it's hard. I don't trust her father. And I miss her.
I miss my son, too, but he's 21 now, and it's different.
Fabrice is okay. He flies off the handle relatively easily, which unsettles me. He's been having a very hard time the past couple of months. He's so angry and full of rage. And most of it, he takes out on me. He agrees with me in this assessment, and says that he doesn't know what is wrong. But that doesn't help the situation a whole lot. I care about him and I love him, but I sometimes feel more sisterly towards him than anything else. And I don't like the regular bouts of anger. Hopefully, that all will settle down or something, over time. I don't know.
Fabrice was injured on duty a month and a half ago. He and a colleague were escorting an ambulance and a guy refused to yield, actually intentionally hitting Fabrice full-on in the middle of the motorcycle. Fabrice woke up on the ground with the firemen telling him not to move. He (Fabrice) wound up rippng the guy's bumper off with his knee, and the metal supports underneath cut into the knee down to the bone, from right next to the patella, in front, around back to the ligaments in the back. At the hospital, because this is France, and they don't want private pension funds, the doctors were on strike, so instead of hospitalizing him, they sewed him up and sent him home. Then, after three weeks, when the cut was getting better, the local doctor was on strike, so he didn't take the stitches out. He had a massive knee infection, septic arthritis, and an allergic reaction to the antibiotics so he was covered with hives from head to toe, too. I suppose that didn't help his mood any. But, actually, to be honest, the rages and anger have been present since the get-go. He is actually a tad bit calmer now that he's had the accident, as he isn't working right now, and so he isn't confronted with the daily violence, disrespect, and complete lack of support from their hierarchy that the French cops are subject to. Just an example, the guy who hit him, after refusing to yield to one Federal police officer and an ambulance, and intentionally hitting another, wasn't even arrested and refused to accept his ticket. I never knew it was possible to refuse a ticket - I'll have to keep that in mind, if ever I get one!!
C'est l'histoire d'un mecI quit the job that I hated as a legal assistant in an international business law firm. Now I am teaching business in English in an international/bilingual high school in Paris, and I love my job.
qui tombe d'un immeuble de 50 étages.
Au fur et à mesure de sa chute,
pour se rassurer, il se répète:
"Jusqu'ici, tout va bien."
"Jusqu'ici, tout va bien."
"Jusqu'ici, tout va bien."
Mais l'important, c'est pas la chute.
C'est l'atterrissage...
I don't like France so much, anymore. Or at least not the French. In many ways, they deserve their bad reputation. I am tired of the violence, rudeness, etc. I miss being around nice people and I'm tired. I miss my friends. I miss the American way of life, of finishing work at 5, of not spending 4 hours a day in the train and metro, and of just being me instead of trying to cope with change and loneliness and sadness. I don't know that I will ever come back here once I leave this time around. I feel drained and down, and just want to go home or to a military base full of Americans, and for things to be the way that they were before. But home isn't anywhere, really, anymore, so what's a girl to do?!
I miss my kids, too. Even though I think I did the right thing letting my daughter spend a year with her father, especially after witnessing what Sandrine has done to Fabrice and what my friend, D**'s, ex wife, whose name I have conveniently forgotten, has done to him and to their daughters... Despite all of that, it's hard. I don't trust her father. And I miss her.
I miss my son, too, but he's 21 now, and it's different.
Fabrice is okay. He flies off the handle relatively easily, which unsettles me. He's been having a very hard time the past couple of months. He's so angry and full of rage. And most of it, he takes out on me. He agrees with me in this assessment, and says that he doesn't know what is wrong. But that doesn't help the situation a whole lot. I care about him and I love him, but I sometimes feel more sisterly towards him than anything else. And I don't like the regular bouts of anger. Hopefully, that all will settle down or something, over time. I don't know.
Fabrice was injured on duty a month and a half ago. He and a colleague were escorting an ambulance and a guy refused to yield, actually intentionally hitting Fabrice full-on in the middle of the motorcycle. Fabrice woke up on the ground with the firemen telling him not to move. He (Fabrice) wound up rippng the guy's bumper off with his knee, and the metal supports underneath cut into the knee down to the bone, from right next to the patella, in front, around back to the ligaments in the back. At the hospital, because this is France, and they don't want private pension funds, the doctors were on strike, so instead of hospitalizing him, they sewed him up and sent him home. Then, after three weeks, when the cut was getting better, the local doctor was on strike, so he didn't take the stitches out. He had a massive knee infection, septic arthritis, and an allergic reaction to the antibiotics so he was covered with hives from head to toe, too. I suppose that didn't help his mood any. But, actually, to be honest, the rages and anger have been present since the get-go. He is actually a tad bit calmer now that he's had the accident, as he isn't working right now, and so he isn't confronted with the daily violence, disrespect, and complete lack of support from their hierarchy that the French cops are subject to. Just an example, the guy who hit him, after refusing to yield to one Federal police officer and an ambulance, and intentionally hitting another, wasn't even arrested and refused to accept his ticket. I never knew it was possible to refuse a ticket - I'll have to keep that in mind, if ever I get one!!
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