Ties

by Domenico Starnone

But this thought made me feel immediately guilty. I still feel guilty, I’ve felt guilty all my life. I realized I didn’t want to resemble my mother anymore, and that I was thus betraying her. Had I the courage I would have shouted, Dad, Lidia, I want to go for a walk with you. I don’t want to stay with Mom, she scares me. Instead, now, in this precise moment, I feel incredibly sorry for my mother, and also for myself.

As a daughter of divorced parents, I always felt like betraying them.