"" Because my father told me about his depression ...? p
Life marks his time law and puts everyone in place. And it has always been and will be.a mother cares, feeds and protects to 100 children ... but 100 children do not care for a mother and father much less. Why ...? For personal selfishness of all the children, even us when we were just ... children. And nothing happens .... because life was, is and will always be so.
Perhaps, when one is a child. the father figure has been idolized, has been out of the bad and the good, normal and abnormal than life itself and only when the child is father, is when the child begins to feel the emptiness of their own children, think, remember and understand the pain and loneliness that his father may have felt but ... it's too late ....because he ... gone.
When one becomes a parent, your individual self because now he is dead, it does not matter and all his life, the lives for his son, while the son (only natural) has the right to live his own life, new circumstances that are presented and to which he has not given permission to live them.
And as they grow, they get to know these new experiences, time to think about their parents is decreasing because for them " nothing bad is happening to my father ...!. absorbs them New life while their minds can not think or imagine that mom and dad suffer and when it comes to a sudden separation ... its explosion destroys them of questions, and no reasons ... understand because for them, and usually never existed reasons that instinct of mother love, makes them siding with her (normal. ..) but the questions of why ...? what happened ...? revolve their minds without understanding .. what if father commits suicide ...? did ... why? because I said I had a problem ...?
But ... . what did you do ... while? .... NOTHING! ... just be .. your son .. And so I'm sure the best friend you can have a child ... is his own father ... but a child ... never be a friend of the father .. The downside is that with time, the pain and loneliness of his father ... will come to him and when that huge penetrating pain in his soul, he'll understand more pain ... WHY NOT SPENT MORE TIME WITH MY FATHER .... "" "" CHAPTER THAT ALL ... WHAT EVER .... LIVE. ..!!
Perhaps, when one is a child. the father figure has been idolized, has been out of the bad and the good, normal and abnormal than life itself and only when the child is father, is when the child begins to feel the emptiness of their own children, think, remember and understand the pain and loneliness that his father may have felt but ... it's too late ....because he ... gone.
When one becomes a parent, your individual self because now he is dead, it does not matter and all his life, the lives for his son, while the son (only natural) has the right to live his own life, new circumstances that are presented and to which he has not given permission to live them.
And as they grow, they get to know these new experiences, time to think about their parents is decreasing because for them " nothing bad is happening to my father ...!. absorbs them New life while their minds can not think or imagine that mom and dad suffer and when it comes to a sudden separation ... its explosion destroys them of questions, and no reasons ... understand because for them, and usually never existed reasons that instinct of mother love, makes them siding with her (normal. ..) but the questions of why ...? what happened ...? revolve their minds without understanding .. what if father commits suicide ...? did ... why? because I said I had a problem ...?
But ... . what did you do ... while? .... NOTHING! ... just be .. your son .. And so I'm sure the best friend you can have a child ... is his own father ... but a child ... never be a friend of the father .. The downside is that with time, the pain and loneliness of his father ... will come to him and when that huge penetrating pain in his soul, he'll understand more pain ... WHY NOT SPENT MORE TIME WITH MY FATHER .... "" "" CHAPTER THAT ALL ... WHAT EVER .... LIVE. ..!!
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