I picked at my scrambled eggs and cantaloupe this morning as I watched her sitting at a nearby table, tapping on her phone.
Last fall we’d met at another fundraiser. We were both team leaders, and she and her team were the top money-raisers.
Then, as today, she looked beautiful, strong, and self-assured.
She stood to speak, and I assumed that she was going to talk about the good things Women In Distress does, and she did, but she also told her own story of being a survivor. She told of the disconnect between being with an abusive husband at night and going to work in the morning as a successful gynecological surgeon.
People have said that they are surprised when I tell my story. I was surprised when she told hers.
Tonight I am most surprised by my surprise. I thought I understood that there is no clear victim-identifier. That the fact that one in three women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime means one in three women. Period.
Apparently I needed a yzwoman’s reminder.
Many thanks to my yzwoman friend Jeanne for the ingenious title which helps me to complete my abecedarium on this leap day.
There are soooo many take-aways from this story. Thank you for sharing it with such honesty and openness without turning it into a sermon. Such a beautiful heart you have.