We go down to a local community center a lot to volunteer and junk. I ran into this older lady who was coming by to just drop off some peaches from her car bc she's as sweet as the damn fruit. Anyway, we were talking and she started talking about her husband and, shocker shocker, he fucking sucks.
Won't go anywhere with her. Insults her. Makes her play tradwife for his slobbering ass. All that shit. Anyway, she was clearly trying to, like, gauge if her lack of enthusiasm for his behavior was warranted. A lot of her questions kind of boiled down to, "Am I just being a hysterical womyn or was that kind of mean of him?" And I proceeded to sit and talk with her but mostly listen to her vent and add commentary about him.
And if you could see this womyn laugh and kick her feet, absolutely scandalized at the way I was talking about him and how I was affirming her. At some point, I said, "You should bring him down here. So I can talk to him." And she does that scream laugh with hands over the mouth and says, "I would love to know what you'd say to him!"
But eventually, she did get emotional and kind of teared up. She said, "I know he has issues but...he's just plain mean, sometimes." Flat out told her to leave him. She's in her 50s so, reasonably, she took it as a joke. But this is California, baby. Half his shit became hers the second they said, 'I do.'
Then, in this momentary confidence, she says, "I always thought of moving to (beach city in CA), getting one of those cute trailers and just going to church and just getting away from all the opinions and noise."
Do I think I am going to change this 50+ year old womyn's entire life from one conversation while we held peaches in our hands? Obviously not. But this was one of those times where I almost defaulted to just comforting her without actually objecting to the negative force in her life out of fear of ... I don't even know. Coming off too strong? Being rude? I'm writing this and I don't even have a foundation for that fear other than I am not immune to the propaganda.
All I know is that I, not generally a hug initiator, asked for a hug. And that lady who I plan to see this week hugged me so hard and said, "Thank you for all your kind words, young lady."
Starting off June strong!