Big up to Joyca, Théo and Seb for trusting us with this format so full of emotion. Joyca / joyca-jordan Théodort / theodorebien Seb / sebfrit A big thank you to Gilles, Guy, Pascal, Thierry, Yves for playing the game and opening their home and their hearts to us, you were great. #lepactedesdarons 00:00 Intro 8:26 What kind of child was he? 14:00 Did he have fears/anxieties? 15:37 Did he have passions? 18:00 Predictions 19:32 Dads' revelations 21:47 What was he like in love? 24:37 Has he ever had a big tantrum? 29:42 Has he disappointed you or have you disappointed him? 32:25 Has he had a heartbreak/trauma? 42:21 Has he ever done something really stupid? 47:54 What kind of teenager was he? 51:48 Do you think he would be successful professionally? 55:31 Does he check in with you regularly? 58:53 Do you watch his videos? 1:02:20 Are you proud of him? 1:04:33 Do you say “I love you” to each other? 1:16:42 Do you have a message for him? 1:21:42 Théodort's gift 1:21:51 Joyca's dad's sound compilation Thanks to Alexis for the Loft decor. Thanks to Jamy, you can find him on his media Epicurieux / @jamyepicurieux La guêpe Join our discord: / discord ** Comments area rules: Write in correct French (especially for Carlito) Write respectfully No ads, spam like "I need a subscriber to become stylish" or "3500 views without going through Youvues, bravo!" My father and I. (sounds like the title of a book) There is a gray area. An area where things are neither terrible nor great. A middle area that makes you feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because not only do you have trouble explaining it to people, but above all you can't explain it to yourselves. Why you are feeling bad, why you feel this rage running through your veins. This gray area is not visible. It's not a mark on the face, it's not obvious, it's not written or audible, you can't put your finger on it. This place is psychological. I don't know if it resonates with you, but this area corresponds to a relationship that you can have with someone or with yourself. I hate this area more than I hate my relationship with my father. I hate the fact that it took me so long to understand, I hate the fact that no one helped me analyze the situation earlier, to put my finger on it. My brother and my mother helped me a lot, it's true, but it seems to me that they were moving forward in the same gloom, if not more. Besides, I don't hate my father. How could I? He was never violent, he never got angry. He suffered from extreme bulimia, you know that, and other more intimate ailments that I won't dwell on. When I think about it, it must have been horrible for him. His childhood, his success, his mental health. But that's his story. My empathy is limited at that level. It's not lack of love, it's protection. Have you ever loved someone who doesn't love themselves? It's a very unpleasant place to be. My place was that of a young boy who grew up with someone who was not at all finished. My father is a very smart person and whose simplest tastes are the best things he passed on to me: rock, football, jokes. That's already something, you might say. I agree and I will always be grateful to him for that. But a father is not only that. A father is psychological support, a unique investment, which has nothing to do with money (he had a lot of it) and the star system (the most hypocritical family there is). So, I accepted the money he gave me as a teenager and then I didn't want his notes anymore, he disgusted me. I wanted to mark a break. It was too easy on the one hand, and too superficial on the other. I write this now without hatred or reproach but with a little pain. Probably thanks to what you know about me, the family I founded and my story on Youtube with David. These vectors took me elsewhere, far from hatred, and this serenity is quite recent. It is not yet total and probably never will be. All the digs and references in the videos could not be more sincere, because in truth I would have liked my father, who has great qualities, to be more present, more sincere, simpler and above all how I would have loved concrete advice on... life. Now that we've talked for hours, I understand, I don't excuse and I try to focus on the tenderness that is there, like water under the sand.