Ugh. Just had a FB convo with a friend who’s out of the country right now, doing a big family thing in her husband’s homeland (traditional wedding celebration – they’ve been married seven years, but never done the full thing in his home country). Major deal, she’s been stressing about it for months. The celebration was over the weekend (middle of a two-week trip), and she’s been posting photos of sightseeing, etc., that they’ve been doing this week.
She IMed me last night about one of her clients stiffing her (we’re fellow freelancers, and actually I’m more or less her boss on one project, though we both have a bunch of other irons in the fire), and though I was offline when she sent the message I wrote back with commiserations.
And this morning, when I was online [we’re in completely different time zones/hemispheres at the moment] she pops up, live, saying “Don’t believe the hype [the photos, etc. from her trip], my life is completely fucking falling apart, and, oh, by the way, my husband is abusive.”
What. The. Fuck.
I’d had hints that he was not completely supportive of her career goals – freelance writer is not the easiest of gigs – but had no idea it was more than that.
No, NOT physically abusive, small mercies, but apparently verbally and emotionally, and they’ve been in counseling for it this fall, with minimal progress, and she’s being told that change takes time, and etc.
And I just need to dump this somewhere – because there’s not a whole hell of a lot I can do, except offer her my spare bedroom, which of course I did.
She’s getting back over the weekend, and we’d already planned to do something on Thursday (a work-related thing in the morning, then grab coffee after before a networking lunch), so I’ll get more details then [this was a very quick IM convo], and see if there’s something I can do help.
But for now, I’m trying to work, but my brain is just spinning with “Omigod, poor kid, after the hellacious year she had [and she had a truly hellacious year with a whole crushing load of bullshit], now this.”
Thanks for reading, if you did – no advice or anything needed, since this really is for a friend.