I went to some dining event here and randomly met some woman.
- At the beginning of the ice breaking conversations, she says she's early 40s. After a few glasses of wine, she's a few months from 50.
- She was really insistent showing me photographs of her tween. Do I care? I had to borrow experiences with other children to even relate.
- Divorce. The messy separation. The multiple mortgages. The settlement of property and cash. Leaving with nothing but the clothes on your back. The psychological abuse. Custody of children. Who has the child now. Who has the child next week. Why the f*ck am I listening to this rubbish? I'm not a therapist. I ought to be paid like one after hours of this which started off as innocent remarks to passive aggressive to overt vindictive behaviour.
- At some point the conversation dived into her recounting snarky SMS from him to her on her admittance into the ER.
- When I said I'm quite done with dinner as I'm watching my weight after dropping all the coronavirus weight, and I'd like to hit the gym tomorrow morning if we can end at a reasonable hour she then talks about the ex being in emergency recently, and how she delighted in hoping it was related to his weight which was 260lbs and now is over 400lbs. And even the tween is concerned.
- Her induction into Jewish culture and how she learnt to negotiate like a Jew. And how all her ex's family are Jews. Her realtor's a Jew. The lawyers are Jews.
I'm quite aware a 23 year old will have insanely immature stories that will drive people nuts, but at least it's not as complicated. It's just shallow and there's not that much volume of crap unless she was a teenaged refugee who escaped swimming to the coast of the Greek isles and made her own life from scratch.