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Feelings of guilt and responsibility

Living with guilt is something that I never liked it. A hateful thing that often does not make me enjoy the finer things in life. So this time I could not feel good, despite Michael's complicity with increased day by day, I did not feel in place. My very often were smiles, I could not forget what I had done.
I decided to throw myself heart and soul into the project in our school musical.
September came and we were ready at the beginning of the challenge. How open we had thirty members, a number that far exceeded our most optimistic expectations.
The work began to grind, but what I was mainly started with the recording studio.
was part of the project that I most cared about. So after some conversations with the teachers, each of us took out a few songs written in his youth. Every time we stopped in the evening to try to arrange. Some, including mine, were very ugly, others listen, one in particular was really nice. We decided to open a recording studio. They were professionals. We cut four songs in a short time, and felt that the sound was good. We could give a good quality. We used this little demo for the groups that we came to ask for information on the costs of the hall. All these projects
galvanized me, I was presissimo, and I also saw the return to month-end accounts, without strain. The draft Michael was really winning. After all, she had always been a smart girl who knew his business. Even with men. He kept me in the court. A court unrestrained. Every so often taken by hormonal upheaval gave in. Only that I understand his will. She did not want just a little 'about sex, she wanted to go to first, or maybe better than before.
The jolt that united us again came from Monica. Every now and then I still thought of her, the history of pills. Every day I lived with the fear of a telephone call or letter. A photograph of an infant who was my son. On time one day in November came the call I was waiting. It was his father. In a very gentle and polite invited me to their country to know the little newborn and, possibly, to recognize it. I asked Michael to accompany me, to pretend to be my woman.
The meeting was not so shocking, I told Monica's parents that I wanted do DNA testing and then I recognized the little trouble-free. We waited a week to get the reports, and Michael was standing near me. We had already contacted a lawyer to see if the two of us get married and keep the baby us. Every day that passed I was closer. I felt fear rise. The sense of responsibility of a daughter, then when he grew up we would have to tell the truth about her mother. It was a very complicated situation to be resolved with the pliers. When they arrived
examinations there was a sigh of relief. The child was not mine. Monica left home in a sort of earthquake, family and went to school with Michael. We had talked so much about marriage in those weeks that even in the days following the speech was always that.
was beginning to be afraid of my responsibilities, I did not tell him though. For this I was living with another tremendous sense of guilt.

Monster Energy University

Back to the future .. Everything else is boring

"Come to me tonight?"
"To talk about school?"
"No, for dinner. Not to mention work. "
" ... all right by "

Michael had invited me to dinner. They were exhausting days passed between banks, lawyers, notaries, municipalities. Italy continued to be a bureaucratic prison from which hardly a mere mortal human being could never escape.
I hate bureaucracy. Especially in his hatred of the Italian countless versions. To get a permit every day I jumped out of a different one. A grueling battle with the authorities. Civil servants lazy, rude and incompetent that every day I sent back because I did not have a stamp or a signature was not the right place. Every day there was a different one. It took me a month to get permission to start building our "School of music."
projects in that month were also outlined and more. She was born bell'amicizia also among the teachers who led them often to find themselves in a few rehearsals and playing a little '. The first result of our school was the "Band of the professors" with Michael to make a vocalist. The game had taken them so much already going to want to play some local friends and start to make some money for our project. So all the organizational had passed on my shoulders, just as it was.
not stayed too think about what clothes to wear for dinner at Michael. I figured we would all be a nice reunion, and perhaps in the end, they would jump off the guitars. It was really nice, it seemed to start from scratch, only this time we had a solid foundation, we had the money, the place and the capacity to ensure that this project would work well. Michael, also in his free morning, trying to forge agreements with primary schools and special already have a good catchment area the opening of our school.
I got from her, and I drive up local mind all that had happened that week to tell her. After all, she was still the chief of all, and I had to account in some way.
I found it beautiful when I opened the door. A bright smile, her hair shiny.

"Then enter ..."
"I'm the first?"
"Actually, you're also the only ..."
"Ah, I thought there were also other"
"No, just us two. Do you mind? "
" No ... "

that evening I felt that something was wrong as the reason he had commanded. The table was set with ease. He had prepared to read things because the weather turned warm in that period.

"Anyway, I went to town to talk ..."
"Shhh ... I said no work tonight"

His tone was seductive. She was very seductive. It was as I remembered. Like the first time at his house, for my singing lesson. I realized that this was a way to regain it. Just do not say anything, I let things run. So when we were on the couch I let her play in that game seductive. Arriving at the critical point sussurai:

"Now we are partners in business, these things ruin the relationship you know ?..."
"I do not care ..."
I made no resistance, indeed.
immediately found the cartel. We found our hands. We ended up ...

While I thought I covered that in the end, I had made idiotic. A deep and great stupidity. I just went so well.

Jeff Hardy And Simpsons

Boredom I was devastated. The minutes were endless. The devastating heat. The TV was depressing.
I was unemployed. With nothing to do during the day. Even now I walk around the country were bored again. I tried to leave as little as possible, to spend as little as possible. Above all, though. I was without a woman. I was still pondering whether to go or not meeting with Michael.
Once the past is the past, why bring him back. The heat
me imprisoned. I was wet, wet hair, I will not lie down on the pillows at home to avoid soiling of my sweat.
The situation had become unbearable. Now all I had promised myself to do in my spare time I had done. Boredom was devastating. I did not even want to take any kind of initiative. As soon as I started to do something that was read or write, he suddenly lost the urge. So I decided to call Michelle and ask her what she wanted to say.
I prepared, very lazy. Without any kind of love towards me. I let the beard for weeks, I gave a sense of my hair only with your hands and a bit 'of water.
I went to Michael's house. The first time in a long time. Exactly the evening when we parted.
I found a revolution there. There were posters with slogans. There were signs, paintings, writings. I was stunned. Yet it was his "natural evolution".

"But there is no longer taking lessons here?"
"No, for a while 'I have suspended"
"Ah, that's why all this new furniture"

I felt like I was back at my house. I knew where he was still swimming, I could take a guided tour of the house who I had asked. But something I had violated. It was no longer intact as I had remembered. Although the windows were the same, and from there came a slight cool breeze that was manna from heaven for me.

Michael pulled out of projects, I began to explain:

"See this property? I want to rent "
" ... "
" See, in this room I want to put the piano, but this guitar, music theory here and then below the battery "
" Sorry. If you want to open a music school? "
" Yes. That's why I called. Would you like 'to become my partner? "
"..."
"Well?"
"Explain how it will work better ..."

Michael explained to me that with some of his musician friends he intended to open this music school, where teaching children aged from 0 to 100 years. The teachers were all already, the property was being developed, there was no initial capital. In what I would have to provide me.

"Listen if we want to put money to work this thing"
"How?"
"Then give me the projects, I take them to a friend of mine surveyor. I already have some idea. "

So I left her. Upon leaving I thought that I had absolutely made the case to be dressed as if he were still really nice. In fact it was still a lot. Never mind though. Now at last I had something to do to combat boredom.