Post by DavidMc on Sept 8, 2006 9:07:32 GMT -6
The Unhappiness of Michael.
Michael stared at me from across the table.
“Dad I don’t really like it here in Spain. I miss my garden in England.”
I had known for some time that Michael wasn’t settling in competa as we had hoped. He had been restless, and displaying signs of deep unhappiness. He spurned his food and had started slipping out into the town in the early hours of the morning. Was Michael becoming ‘delinquent’?
Needless to say Alex and I were very concerned, as we had come to Spain to start a new life, and were very happy, but Michael was becoming a real concern.
“Do you think psychiatric help should be an option?” said Alex pulling at the wool of her jersey
Of course I had considered this and even suggested it to Michael but he had been totally opposed to the idea.
“Dad I’m a free spirit, and I feel like I’m a prisoner here. I can’t do my own thing”
I had to agree that he had a point. Alex and I, had made compromises in fashioning our new life here on the costa del sol, and maybe we had just taken Michaels’s acquiescence for granted.
But now as I stared at him from across the table, I knew we had got it wrong. Bridges had to be rebuilt.
“Michael, How about we start a new group. We could call it …. Oh I don’t know
Free spirits of the campo!”
“You don’t understand dad you and I are fundamentally different… I need something more”
“what do you need Michael?”
“Felix beef”. He said jumping off the table The Cat food here is appalling!
Michael stared at me from across the table.
“Dad I don’t really like it here in Spain. I miss my garden in England.”
I had known for some time that Michael wasn’t settling in competa as we had hoped. He had been restless, and displaying signs of deep unhappiness. He spurned his food and had started slipping out into the town in the early hours of the morning. Was Michael becoming ‘delinquent’?
Needless to say Alex and I were very concerned, as we had come to Spain to start a new life, and were very happy, but Michael was becoming a real concern.
“Do you think psychiatric help should be an option?” said Alex pulling at the wool of her jersey
Of course I had considered this and even suggested it to Michael but he had been totally opposed to the idea.
“Dad I’m a free spirit, and I feel like I’m a prisoner here. I can’t do my own thing”
I had to agree that he had a point. Alex and I, had made compromises in fashioning our new life here on the costa del sol, and maybe we had just taken Michaels’s acquiescence for granted.
But now as I stared at him from across the table, I knew we had got it wrong. Bridges had to be rebuilt.
“Michael, How about we start a new group. We could call it …. Oh I don’t know
Free spirits of the campo!”
“You don’t understand dad you and I are fundamentally different… I need something more”
“what do you need Michael?”
“Felix beef”. He said jumping off the table The Cat food here is appalling!
