I had a major love affair with a gorgeous Italian man, every summer from age 15 to 23. I loved him about as much as you can love someone when you are that age. I have not thought of him for years, but I recently found out that he named his baby daughter after me, and now I can't stop thinking about him. His choice of names is no coincidence, as my name is French and uncommon in the South of Italy. I am wondering why he would do such a thing to his wife, whether she knows, what will happen during my next visit to Italy, and why on Earth would he want to think of me every time he says his daughter's name, for the rest of his life. How could he do that to his wife? How could he do that to me? Why didn't he just marry me, then?
All the friends and cousins in the small Italian town are talking about this.
(I am now married to a wonderful man, and pregnant with our third child.) Why am I thinking about the past like this? Is it the pregnancy hormones? Will it go away?