We are family

This isn’t going to be easy. Introducing “us”, I mean. My boyfriend thinks it would be better if we remained anonymous.

The reason he gave last night seemed pretty funny to me: if I want to talk trash about a bad local doctor who might be giving xenophobic advice to foreign patients, I’ll be free to do so without fear of aggravating the donkey-hole.

Then again, if I’m going to be talking about our “multikulti” life, there are bound to be countless clues as to who we are. We’re not the most common family unit around these parts.

For the time being, we are two parts French and one part Spanish; but that’s only taking into account where each of us was born. I find it difficult to relate to so many aspects of my homeland and its inhabitants, that I’d often rather blend in with the Frenchies and not disclose my Spanish roots.

Don’t get me wrong, I in no way discard the culture, the language and all that I consider “good” lessons from my background. I just can’t stand the place in combination with its people. If I ever in my life have an ulcer, it will undoubtedly be caused by a visit to Spain. Needless to say, I avoid going there.

Chéri is my chéri and that’s what I’ll be calling him. Even when he does things that make me want to rip out my hair, he will remain Chéri. That’s love, right? We’ve been together for 5 years now.  It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… how does the rest of that go? And more importantly, how does it end? No, wait, don’t tell me; not knowing is half the fun. You’ll find out eventually, from stories of him dragging me to Mediam*rkt/S*turn/S*nyStore/other-techy-store, that he’s a pretty big computer and tech geek.

Then there’s our little girl. You will often see me refer to her as “La Terreur”, which is something her dad started calling her around age 1. It definitely suits her. Although she’s sweet, gentle, smart, beautiful and quiet, she’s also loud, gross, knuckle-headed, brutish and scornful. Basically, she’s perfect and flawed just like the rest of us. But she came out of my tummy and she’s only two years old, so she gets a pass on a whole lot of things anyone else would pay dearly for.

That’s about it for this post. You’ll have to read other stories to find out more… How am I doin’ at selling it? Are you hooked? What if I add a subtle “to be continued…”?

To be continued…