Could it be that she’d decided to trust me with her only grandchild? Or maybe it was because she had simply relaxed into the language of her own chi...dhood.Marina and Vanessa were so watchful, so supportive of Sasha. They wanted her first return to her homeland to be a positive experience.It was an educational trip for the kids.For me, it was the best honeymoon I’d had. Or the better of the two. I felt, sensed, believed, that our marriage would be the same.Back home, back at work, back at. You had a lot of luck in your life because you were smart, patient, diligent and had good contacts during college.You were somewhat different during your college time, not wanting to think so much into forming a family and focused only on studies and the work, you never had much experience with love, holding it deeply when dating only to find yourself suffocating your partner and being alone again not much time after. Instead of realizing and changing yourself this created in you a deep disgust. He threw away the belt and pulled off his dhoti and stood naked in front of my mother as she crouched on the ground in fear. He dangled his fat penis in front of her lovely face, grabbed her by the hair and began to piddle on her face. “this is what you deserve, you bloody bitch!” And his urine tricked down her lovely face and mixed with her tears and drained down her neck and big breasts and wetted her sari. I was thunderstruck. No matter how much i sympathized with my mother and hated my. I am limited to two choiceswhen she puts me in my room before bedtime: I can stand at attention inthe center of the pink tiles, or I can sit at attention on a tall woodenstool placed over the center of the pink tiles. So I stand at attentionin the center of these fucking pink tiles until I get tired, then I siton my stool until it gets uncomfortable, then I stand until that getsuncomfortable. It can become quite exhausting if I'm put away for anextended period of time. I'm not allowed to move.