short, not at all funny note: A week ago I separated from Carina. Of termination should be no question, though of course it ran out. If the employment relationship would have continued until, as I offered it, January or February (for now get the fires days and it is not necessarily job search time) and it had not improved radically, then, of course, we would have to terminate the conversation had.
Carina has made in recent months, countless mistakes, carelessness, negligence, dropped, wet clothes, not supplied in the refrigerator for food, wrongly put down pillows, and countless other little muddle, forgotten post, wrong purchases - some in spite of repeated declaration to a why-so-and-not-otherwise . The conversation revealed that they were all of these things just not that important place, and that 26 francs gross per hour were not enough to be on my dirty floor kneeling, about to remove Kafka's vomit or load my wheelchair into the car and a risking scratches.
Before now but pöpperlet in BSV and project management of the heroic breast, this: is just as a functioning household, the minimum requirement for a reasonably attractive life, so is the existence of the assistant (to such a budget for sottige -like-me ) ensure nothing less than a minimum capacity for a decent life, catching up missed a lot, that would have happened long ago. It is with a federal constitution, believe, Article 8 There is a human rights convention of the UN. I'll breathe me endless bow and knieaufgeschürfte Thanks no end. I only know the simple, the sincere thanks that is, who sent a clear view: Thank you, that I have received such a means to exercise. But eh, now it goes on. New wizard look.
Groan.
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