The Name May Be Latin, But The Myths Remain The Same.

"She thinks we have a dream mother."
Julian fell back dramatically onto the couch with arms akimbo.
"Yeah," said Honey.
"Just confirms that it's all relative. Life, that is." Julian confirmed.
Cindi, who wasn't coping with her mother, cried as she described the relationship.

Life was coming thick and fast. Julian had filled out a questionaire which would tell her...she wasn't sure what, but Nikolas insisted. He was delighted with aspects of the results, which he told her over the mobile, with 900 kms between them, as she was buying, cooking and serving a family meal.
"This tells us our problems, difficulties and strengths."
"Um, can we talk about this later?" knowing that the chances were slim.
"Sure." He wasn't yet ready to admit to missing her.
He sent an email that suggested that Julian was a dynamo, but had equally negative connotations. Julian sighed and prepared herself.

She had MEMmed. And she had NLP'ed and colon hydrotherapied. She was still in a spin.

Nikolas, meanwhile, had been punched on the nose and been bloodied by a young, childhood friend.
"Pedaphile!" she had screamed in the street outside the house at about 9 pm. The young, separated from the mother of his children, father, who lived opposite, didn't take it to heart, although he had heard.
"Get out of my Face!" she screamed.
Nikolas stood his ground. 'She's talking to me like she talks to her kids,' he thought, as she started to count down from ten.
"TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE."

She clenched her fist, drew back her arm and with all of her strength punched Nickolas in the face.

He fell to the ground.

Julian waited a week and rang her. Julian was on the Gold Coast for family, health, leisure, business and pleasure reasons.
They hedged until finally Julian asked if she had apologised to Nikolas yet.
She hedged, until finally she stated that she wasn't going to take this abuse any more and hung up.

Julian didn't want to go home, but knew it was time.