It’s amazing how the life provides all the answers. Few days ago I was chatting with Ania and Krzyś: I revealed them that since I moved to Italy with my husband, I felt hugely threatened by my mother-in-low. Never mind that she was always extremely polite, cared for me and helped to raise my children. I felt lonely surrounded by Angelo’s family, and totally convicted that everyone is against me. I remember being jealous of the specialities which Maria did especially for her son. I watched him reluctantly feasting on sweet panzerotti with nuts… In fact, Maria was preparing something nice also for myself, but I did all I could do not to see it.
Later that day, one of my colleagues talked about his problems with jealousy: he suspected his wife of seeing another man, and ended his marriage.
She talked about herself, but what I learned from her who I am. You could say that I turned into a small mouse, hidden in my own belly. For my whole life, I looked after the small creature: thanks to her, I wasn’t alone. The world around me was dangerous: I was surrounded by the cats, ready to eat my precious little friend. Yesterday I talked about it with Krystian. “You could say that our mice made a deal!” - He said. I swear, that I began to look at him in a different way. He wasn’t a bloody cat any more! It’s easy to transfer a problem to someone else, if you believe that he’s different, but we are all the same.