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.