REVISION: from the comments and emails I’ve received it appears that the
following is indeed not a reaction restricted to Italians, therefore, I
apologize to Italians for my rash words and would ask my readers to mentally
substitute “some people” where they read “Italians”. I don’t want to change the
text itself because otherwise none of this would make any sense (if it even did
to begin with). Thanks!
Fair warning: this is going to be one of those posts where I rag on
Italians, so if you’re Italian please stop reading. I realize that I’m half
Italian, married to an Italian and live in Italy, but sometimes the cultural difference
is just too much for me and my head wants to explode so I vent on here, this
is, in fact, why I started this blog.
So anyway, I’ve mentioned
before that the husband and I are going through a rough patch and we’re at a
place right now where we don’t know what will be of our future or whether we
even have a future together or not. This has, of course, come up with people,
granted not an awful lot, because thankfully very few people we know in “real
life” actually read this blog, but the most significant question that any
Italian has asked me as soon as they heard we were thinking of separating was
“but what are you going to do about the house?”, this from my therapist, to
friends, to family members.
Seriously? Seriously??
It’s a fucking house. Ask me how we’re doing, ask me what we’re doing
about the kids, but don’t ask me about the house, because that is so far down
my list of what’s important right now that it absolutely boggles my mind to
think that anyone would be worried about it.
It’s just a house.
WTF?
