So I had an interesting interaction a few weeks ago.
Across the street from my house is a park that sometimes has festivals, food trucks, live music. etc. Keep in mind that this park is also walking distance from my daughter (who hasn’t spoke to me in 8 years), my sister-in-law (3rd in line to the biggest betrayal, right behind the leaver and daughter) and a few other betrayers that are not as significant.
I’m with my husband, watching a band and a familiar face from the past stops, looks, and tentatively walks over. She asked if I remembered her. Of course, I said her name and asked how she was.
She is ex-sister-in-laws - sister in law. (Ex sister in laws, husband’s sister). By coincidence, the park where we were has a rentable boathouse, which is where the in-laws had the gathering after my father in laws funeral. I was leaning against the very same building. That awful day was 8 years ago. We were still legally married. The Leaver brought his young girlfriend to the wake and they both sat arm in arm in the front row. The in-laws, my daughter, accepted her and ignored my existence. I was a walking zombie. The pain was indescribable and they all blamed me for “making a scene”, which I was quietly sitting in the back until my azzhole mother in law approached me, but I digress.
“Mary”, along with dozens of others were there that day. All these years I felt everyone (except son) accepted that they were a lovely in love couple, and I didn’t belong there.
She didn’t hesitate. “Oh my God, that display was horrible. Him with that little young thang on his arm. I wanted to vomit. You were amazing, dignified. I don’t know how you did it. Shame on all of them”.
She went on and on.
Even after all these years, it felt good to finally hear someone else’s perspective.