An Italian Woman

A friend of mine penned the following and sent it to me in an email. I liked the story so much that I decided to ask her if I could post it ;-D

Today I received a money gram from America.
On it was written my name with my husband’s surname.
After 22 years apart, I have no documents with his name.
So I took it to the Posta with:
My children’s IDs (with father’s name),
a bank transfer (with his name), and a
little Christmas check (from an account with only his name).
The Italian women at the Posta totally understood.
Here women don’t use their husband’s name,
They keep the name of their father: Patriarchy,
but once removed.
Today we overcame the chains of computers and bureaucracy,
and shared the fact that I am I, wholly,
not a piece of my far-off, estranged ex-partner,
but just me, Norma Jean.


About emanita01

I am a Franco-american woman who hails from Massachusetts. I live in France near the Swiss border, only minutes away from Geneva. I am a member of the Geneva Writers Group and the Association La Forge, a literary group based in France. I write stories, poems and am currently working on a couple of plays, a one-woman show and actively learning how to perform stand-up comedy.
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5 Responses to An Italian Woman

  1. Jo Bryant says:

    Where are you these days ?? Miss your wit and humour…

  2. emanita01 says:

    Busy fending off some of life’s unexpected curve balls (a few rather nasty ones)
    Hope to be back & reading you soon!
    Miss being connected my friend 😦

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