I was sitting in my car crying in the Target parking lot. Just got the call. Didn't get the job. Third interview that month. Rejection after rejection. Felt like I'd never catch a break. This old man knocked on my window. Startled me. He was holding something. I rolled down the window. "Sorry to bother you dear, but you dropped this." Handed me a twenty dollar bill. I looked at it confused. "That's not mine." He smiled. "Yes it is. You
dropped it getting out of your car. Have a better day." Walked away before I could argue.
I knew what he did. There was no twenty. He saw me crying and wanted to help without embarrassing me. Sat there holding that twenty dollar bill sobbing even harder. But different tears. Good ones.
Used it to buy groceries that week when I was almost out of food. Got a job two weeks later. Better than the one I didn't get.
First paycheck I withdrew a twenty. Kept it in my wallet. Waited for the right moment.
Found it a month later. Woman at the gas station. Card declined. Counting change. Crying quietly. Walked over. "Excuse me. You dropped this." Handed her the twenty. She looked confused. "I don't thinkβ" "You dropped it by your car. Have a better day." Walked away like that old man did.
Saw her face in my rearview mirror. Same tears I had. The good kind.
@BasedBlondex@user062716 You realize abuse isn't just physical? Also verbal - AND he made a verbal threat ABOUT PHYSICAL VIOLENCE. Are you daft? He clearly said he'd fuck her up if she, a pregnant woman, didn't Uber for groceries, because he WANTED the car for frivolous reasons.