V for Vendetta, instead of Victory

777

While in the lustful casinos, “777” signals a jackpot 🎰 - a dazzling promise of sudden fortune - in a parallel, gloomy Poland, immediate eviction.

I see a touch of Breaking Bad in that contrast - the way sudden success can so easily flip into sudden failure. It’s hardly surprising, really: around 89% of casino winners end up losing their fortunes within two years of their victory.

Under Article 777 of the Civil Procedure Code, landlords can fast-track evictions with minimal delay - a bureaucratic shortcut dressed as justice. But not all evictions come stamped with legal seals. Sometimes it comes from those whom you entrusted your life to, or, more sadly, those who gave you life and abandoned you at the beginning of it.

I used to believe there was more good than bad in the world, and maybe there is, when you select well whom you trust. So here is a quick self-help test:

How many days does Halloween last?

a) One day
b) All year

Do the people surrounding you wear masks?

a) No, they don't
b) Yes, they do

If your answers are bs, then cut the BS - it means you're dealing with a lot of trick or treat every day, where their players look like masked monsters and control you by fear. Don't celebrate it and pretend it's a Children's Day.

Wake-up call!

A grey-morning light creeps into our little, rented apartment, the small boys - your boys (I know you're reading it despite not having time to respond to emails) - sleep so deeply, so blissfully unaware of how hard the day will be. For their mom, only to keep them happy and distracted from the deficits. You check your phone. Still no deposit from their father.
Five months of this. Excuses, insults, broken promises, deafening silence. While the courts are taking its t…oll.

V for Vendetta, instead of Victory.

In popular culture, we talk about the “bad dad”, the “deadbeat”, the man who disappears after the celebration of conception and leaves the real work to others. One will say: "just take responsibility, he has done it before, he will do it again", "I told you, he was a narcissist," or "he is just a man".

However, you hold onto the romance that trust and hope of Amor Vincit Omnia is.

This is a story of many broken homes, not just mine. However, the high number is just another excuse for the perpetrator, suggesting it's OK and "we are not alone".

As we are debating the sense of (non-marriage) partnerships, we forget about the growing number of left-out children who come from such liberties. They deserve full security when the father decides to hand them an eviction notice. Justice with an immediate effect.

Imagine

….being a child so small not to understand what money is yet, since the moment of his conception, however, being thrust in this world where cash flow is everything that guarantees his survival. It's a lot of wealth management, isn't it?

Now, imagine the only provider father punishing their only caretaker by not paying for 5 months?
Imagine not getting your paycheck for 5 months.

If yes, where would you and your two babies live? How would you buy food in the store? How would you go to work if you can't afford child care and transport?
The only thing you still have is physical health and a mother's instincts. That's much but not enough for survival in a cold, big city in a capitalist world.

Legend:

• The victims should not feel ashamed and should speak up, always.

• The child's safety and well-being are the core of good parenting.

• Journaling is the most humane healing method.

Housewives of Polish Beverly Hills

Let's go back to my roaring 20s (well, I am still, technically 26, but it feels like 40 after all I have been through with two babies on my shoulders).

So, I am 20 and studying at the most prestigious university in Italy: La Sapienza in Rome. My course is International Relations & Political Science, which somehow felt like my lifetime calling.
The long-distance partner was 30 years older than me. He was supposed to join me, but asked me to drop it all and come back to Warsaw, where he lived, and where I had never had a plan on ever staying. I trusted he would take care of a 20-year-old me pregnant, and we would one day come back to Rome - my real home.
Little did I know, I was never meant to come back, and my life would slowly resemble a locked-in Rapunzel in an inflatable golden cage, but with no life insurance.

To be continued.