Inked 9

Part III

(Jörg's Pov)

Twin stares entered my eyes. The look spoke loud and clear for itself. They were terrified. My own sons; scared because of me. I swore up and down that I never wanted any of my children to have to go through what I went through as a child.

That was one of the reasons I married Simone in the first place. She was carefree and creative. That was a treasure that she had slowly taught me, growing up. Nothing got her too stressed out. She was an angel in her parents' eyes. They gave her the world. She held no responsibilities. Our sons came out just like her. She wanted them raised in the same environment. I didn't disagree. The only thing I was certain of at the time was I was sure as hell not going to become my father.

I stayed true to my words to give them the freedom that Simone had painted for me. Every choice they made was theirs. Bill had chosen to dye his golden blonde hair black. Tom took a different approach and knotted his hair into dreads. I admired their independence to not look like each other. I didn't particularly care for Simone taking them to a tattoo shop to get piercings at such a young age, but she had stressed the fact that it wasn't permanent and they could take them out whenever they wished. It was a year later and I still have yet to see them without their piercings.

I wanted to give them as much freedom as Simone has. None the less, I also wanted them to cherish their freedom and not abuse it. Simone failed to see that side to it. She gave them the choice if they wished to go to class. She never told them when they had to go to bed. These rules couldn't have been farther from the ones I had at their age. I had a curfew till I moved out of my parents' house at the age of twenty-two. I had to get a job as soon as I was old enough. I had to have close to perfect marks in school. If the thought of raising my voice or swearing at my parents came to mind, I'd be lucky to live after that.

I didn't want to punish my children for their behaviours, but I couldn't ignore it either. Simone had already tried that. That was the reason she had called me earlier today in tears. She was at a loss. There were two of them and only one of her. She had finally broken down and decided she just couldn't deal with them again. Her voice was low when she begged me to pick them up from school today. She didn't want to have another conversation with the principal about the trouble that her boys had caused. She was tired of it.

I had another conversation with her after watching Bill with the soap. Simone was still a wreck when I called her back. She complained that she wasn't strong enough and went on about her being a bad parent. I tried my hardest to assure her that every parent of a teenage son struggles, let alone a single mother of twin teenage boys. I asked her for the second time today what she wanted me to do. The answer was the same as the first time she called. I feared she wouldn't change her mind.

When Simone was carrying Tom and Bill, we spoke greatly about the type of parents we would be. We talked about the freedom we would allow them to have and some boundaries we'd both enforce. There weren't many. As the boys grew up, more and more things appeared on the discussion list. As first time parents we hadn't known what to expect until it happened. It wasn't like we could have discussed what to do if Bill or Tom had splattered ink on their music teach. We learned we couldn't anticipate life that way.

One day, I had come home from a long day at work. I felt bad for having to call Simone and tell her I'd been asked to stay a few hours later than normal. Neither could disagree that we needed the money, so Simone had said that dinner would be ready when I got home. I didn't call to say I was on my way home because I wanted to surprise her. When I stepped through the door that night, I found Simone in the kitchen. She had a wooden spoon in her hand. I watched as she brought it down with force on the bottoms of our seven year old children. They both got tears in their eyes and ran up the stairs to their room without even saying hello to me. I couldn't believe that I had seen Simone do that. I asked what had happen; the twins were fighting again. The dim lit kitchen pointed out the bags under her eyes well. She said that they had been at it all day. She finally threatened them. They were good for an hour, but were right back at it. I couldn't really blame her struggles, but I chose to anyway. The perfect marriage we had before the birth of the twins, seemed to crumble.

I ended up apologizing for my anger at her. She understood completely when I said it reminded me of my father. She told me that she was starting to understand why parents are that way. That started another fight. That one had to do with not understanding her and not appreciating what she does. I think I slept on the couch that night.

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