“When I arrived in the second, I was a disrupted young girl. I hated school and college. I was complexed. When I entered high school, I decided it was over : I was going to get out of my shell, have fun, and I would be one of the best – at the time, schooling was not mixed. Among these “best”, there was Marlène.
Marlène was a very good girl, intellectually and physically. Like me, she came from a modest background. We quickly became friends. A friendship of surprises and mints with water at the exit of high school – the height of transgression! At 15, we tell ourselves who we are in love, we make fun of the teachers, and we wonder how to get beautiful to go to the ball. We had fun. We were doing nonsense, we were trying clothes in American stocks, we were talking about our love sorrows.
This continued up to college. Then we stopped our studies, and we got married. For my part, I made a calamitous wedding, which lasted two or three years, before divorcing. Her marriage was perfect. She was an accomplished, fulfilled young woman. I had gone to live elsewhere, but we enjoyed finding ourselves every time I came back. We went to the restaurant, or have a drink. Our friendship was very important. It was based on very strong memories. But it is true that Marlène did not know anything about my life after marriage. It seemed inconceivable to tell him my loves. In a sense, this friendship was frozen in time.
One day, when I crossed a very unhappy period, at the time of my divorce, I went to her house unexpectedly. When she opened the door, I was in tears, but she did not want to welcome me: she received an aunt from her husband. For her, even more than for me, extracting from her original environment was important. She undoubtedly lived there a form of enthronement in a bourgeois world, which was close to her heart. But, at the time, I suffered from his refusal.
a compass
The years have passed, with phone calls and reunion from time to time. They came to visit us with us – I remarried -, and I returned from time to time to La Rochelle. Despite this distance, despite our differences, our friendship remained a compass for me. A firm link.
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