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It was the safest thing for all of us, and I did it out of love
The Lost Daughter, a new Netflix movie, has my friends buzzing. For those that don’t know the film:
The Lost Daughter | Official Trailer | Netflix https://youtube.com/Netflix
A woman’s quiet seaside vacation takes an unsettling turn when her fixation on a young mother staying at a nearby villa awakens memories from her past.
Some of my friends feel it’s too artsy; others that it’s a masterpiece. But universally, they all recoil at Leda leaving her children for three years to 1. focus on her career, and 2. have an affair. They don’t see her as a good mother, but rather a woman who was ill-equipped to be a mother at all. Time and again, viewers watch Leda struggle as she attempts to simultaneously care for her daughters and finish her work with little to no help from her husband, whose career comes first. It’s like distance learning that never ends — a nightmare situation most for most women I know.
My perspective is a bit different. I was both left by my mother, and I’ve been the mother leaving (I write about it in my memoir, Always…
