She was not taught to love… Neither at school, nor at home did they tell her what true love is.
Childhood passes, adult life begins. In it there is everything: a family, a husband, children. And there is love… all-consuming… Like a hurricane, it throws itself upon loved ones: holds them close, under supervision, at arm’s length. But she wants even closer. To pull them in, to embrace, to strangle them in her arms—only so they don’t leave, so they don’t arrange their own lives, so they don’t move away!
We weren’t taught to love… We don’t know that love is a force—sometimes destructive and selfish. It falls like a heavy burden on the shoulders of the closest people.
Maybe it’s time to learn to love?