CHAPTER 19

NOW THAT YOU KNOW ME…

A little flashback if I may...

As I look back at the chapter relating to my rape in Mexico, the only thing I didn’t say was: just before savagely climbing on me, he took the time to give me a kiss on the neck… But all I wanted then, was to find love at some point…

Because I didn’t react when he kissed me on the neck, did it mean that I somehow agreed implicitly to the whole assault? Must we all be forced to teach our daughters how to say no when they don’t agree? And in every language? Why should we be forced to specify to our daughters that these things are not meant to happen. It should be common sense for $% sakes! Must we specify to all our sons that they must tie a knot in it? When did life become so confusing?

As I was writing these words, my especially ravishing husband who was wearing a jacket to work today, (which has always a monster effect on me), called me, only to tell me: “I love you my gorgeous wife!”.

I was about to wake my big boy by singing him the same song I have been waking him with since he was a baby:

  “Bon matin fanfan maison” by André Richard (the same song I sang to him as a child).

Loosely translated, it goes like this: “Good morning XXXXX (insert name of kid), I wish you a beautiful and happy day!”.

A song that my son sang back to me every time he was performing a “repair” treatment on my back…