Maternity Blues Page #2

My mother always said:

That's life! Women bring up

the kids and husbands work.

Your children were born

three years apart.

Yes, three years after Marco,

Giulio was born.

I wanted another child.

But the situation got worse.

I wasn't sleeping, I never washed.

He wouldn't stop crying.

At night, I'd lie in bed

staring at the wall.

I was tired.

Tired of everything.

Did anyone ever notice

how tired you were?

It was my fault.

Good morning, are you Mr Micheli?

Hello.

We meet at last.

I thought it'd be more complicated.

You want to get rid of everything?

You've got some new stuff here.

- Giovanni, can you come here?

- Excuse me.

Mom, it's me!

- How was your trip?

- Fine.

Dad.

- How are you?

- Not bad.

How's the bar going?

Are you enjoying it?

Yes.

You're being too hasty,

all your savings...

I don't have to pay any fees

for my kids anymore.

Money always comes in handy.

Are you staying for a while?

No, I have to get back.

The mountains close the valley

towards the West.

The sky is red and purple...

I saw your friend Fr. Mario at mass

last Sunday.

He said to say hello.

He'd like to see you,

if you want.

How many times have I told you?

You don't have to be that smart

to understand.

I've told you a hundred times.

And what's more, with all my stuff.

- I didn't do it on purpose.

- Just as well!

Just get lost, will you?

Rina...

- lemon and...

- sugar.

Whites!

If you put some vodka in,

I'll get it in too!

Come on Rina, you did the right thing.

I'll do it with the sheets too,

I'll make the beds pink.

- What happened?

- Nothing, a red top.

Yes, with my whites.

You'd better fix it,

I want it to be white for tomorrow.

You give these to Eloisa.

She won't sing your praises!

I wish she would sing,

Miss Golden Voice.

- I wonder if she can still sing.

- Why "Golden Voice"?

Eloisa Baratta, a promising

pop star in '95.

- In '96.

- She came 2nd at Castrocaro.

- Atwo-year career.

- Yes, on her back.

On local TV channels, not Sanremo!

She sang with this sad Emilian band.

For a period, she even worked

as an actress.

She played Serena Grandi's friend

in a thriller, a B-movie.

She's had more men than

Vivian Leigh.

You know the nympho

in "Gone With the Wind"?

- Scarlet O'Hara was a nympho?

- Yes, I read it somewhere.

Anyway, Eloisa tells loads of lies.

She had plenty of men before Max,

that's for sure.

But she had a kid with Max.

They were always splitting up.

- He was a penniless musician.

- A cocaine addict.

And married too!

When they found Lucio, her kid,

she was in a bar, wearing a lame dress

and drinking a gin and tonic.

She said she didn't know anything.

Then she confessed.

Then she withdrew it.

Finished your session

with Dr. Scalia?

- It wasn't a session.

- Another warning?

Great.

Maybe he just wants to see me.

I was chatting with some girls

about Ray Charles and his wife.

- Have you ever seen her?

- No.

Neither has he!

- That's a good one.

- Good? It's brilliant!

- See what you're like?

- Tell me.

Bitter.

Listen Eloisa, I screwed up.

In the wash, your white shorts...

I prefer them like this.

Thanks, Rina.

Thanks, sweetie.

Mimmo!

Luigi!

You're here!

- When did you arrive?

- Yesterday.

Shall we go inside?

How are you?

It's tough.

- It's tough, Mario.

- Luigi...

I thought about it a lot.

I think that God

has a big problem.

I don't think He's been able

to fully separate...

good from evil.

So, to express His torment

He makes us experience...

this condition.

And through prayer...

we can...

share this problem with Him.

It's not easy to separate good

from evil, this is why...

you are unable to forgive her,

but that's precisely how

compassion can lead us...

to forgive that which

we should have the right to punish.

This doesn't mean forgetting

the offence, the sin,

it means processing the hatred felt,

and the resentment.

She too will have to learn

how to forgive herself.

I can't even pray.

You have to learn to accept

that evil lies within us too.

But we can change,

even if we are fragile.

Very fragile.

- You've learnt how to make coffee?

- I chucked eight away.

Less than usual, great!

Here.

- What is it?

- The Christmas party.

Every year we prepare it together.

The hospital's big social event.

This beats Neapolitan coffee.

A lot of local people come.

You have nice hands.

Are you married?

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

What about you?

I had a boyfriend.

- Can I read you a letter later?

- Who wrote it?

I did, I haven't sent it yet.

He started writing to me last year

after seeing me on TV.

He'd read the articles on me,

he knew everything about me.

About everything that happened

to me.

- Have you met him?

- No, he's in Abruzzo.

He's an electrician.

Want to see a photo?

- He looks very young.

- I know.

Is that a problem?

- I don't know, how old is he?

- 19.

Four years younger than me.

What does he write?

He tells me he plays pool,

he wins lots of tournaments.

And he writes nice, sweet things.

I think he finds me attractive.

- Do the others know?

- Something.

Dr Scalia says there's no harm in it,

that everything's going well.

After all, he decides everything.

Read it to me.

Dear Michele,

the things you write

are really nice.

I didn't know what I was doing

and you understood that.

It's nice when someone

understands you

and isn't just pointing their finger

at you.

My friend Vincenza

says God isn't mad at me

and that people's minds

are very complicated.

Take suicides for example,

the person seems really happy

then one day

they turn the gas on and bang!

They're gone.

Thank you for your letters,

you make me have nice thoughts,

sweet thoughts that I've missed.

And I like this.

I think that making love with you

will be like making love with angels.

I don't know if we'll ever make love

but imagining it is better

than nothing.

I'm making progress,

I may get out before I'm wrinkly,

with saggy tits, or pessimistic tits,

as Vincenza says,

that look down.

I do lots of exercise and it's been

seven months since I had a relapse.

Write and tell me if it's too soon

to call you my darling and so on.

After all, we don't know each other.

I'll wait for you.

I won't be going anywhere!

Love, Caterina.

Well?

It's beautiful, Rina.

Thanks, you're a friend.

Don't get your hopes up though.

Why?

Where's the harm?

It's what you could do to yourself.

I don't understand.

Sorry... I don't know.

I'm just thinking about you.

Let's not talk about this.

I didn't want to talk about this.

All right, we won't then.

- So, about Michele...

- There, I knew it...

What am I supposed to do?

I'm not thirty yet,

can't I have other memories?

Can't I have them?

Must I live with the ones I have?

I hate the ones I have!

Of course you can have them.

What lies ahead for me? Tell me!

No love for me?

Don't I deserve it?

Can't I have any more?

I haven't had any!

Yes, I have.

From my daughter!

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