Sabine doesn’t love her son. She’s tried hard and wishes him all the best, but she’d rather not have him in her life. Two weekends a month, she suffers his silent presence and fails at being a mother. She’s neither proud nor happy about it, that’s just the way it is, and she’d like to be able to talk about it without being judged, without being pitied, without her experiences and feelings being denied.
But Sabine is not broken. When she meets the son of a colleague, she discovers that she is capable of this unlimited and unconditional love, a love that is almost miraculous. She discovers she is courageous, perhaps even happy—a version of herself she no longer dreamed of.
She discovers herself to be monstrous.
