In 2015 I (F35 now or 25 then) was living in the downtown region of my states major city. I was so lonely at the time, so I really tried to get out of my apartment to meet new people daily. My personality is very outgoing. I know some people get embarrassed or anxious when meeting new people, but I just don’t.
On this particular day in 2015, I went down the street to a local sports bar to hang out. I grabbed a drink from the bar and sat down solo. That got kind of boring, so I decided I could play some video lottery with the 20 dollars I had in my wallet. However, standing up to go to the lottery room, I was stopped by a woman who looked shocked to see me (I had never met her). I asked her “what’s up? can I help you?”. To this she laughs and said she was so sorry for interrupting whatever I was doing, but I was a doppelgänger of her daughter and she just had to say hello. I thought that was sweet, so I decided to continue our chat. I asked her how old her daughter was, and she stated she had been 34 and lived in Texas. Noticing the tense she was using, I asked if something had happened to her. She responded that yes, she had been murdered by her husband just last year, and that seeing me felt like she was seeing her again. She talked about her grief and the horrific details of the case. It was awful and touching to hear her story. It felt like she was trying to talk to me like I was her daughter, and to some degree, I kind of enjoyed it because I was estranged from my own family. I spent three hours listening to this woman and hearing her grief, hoping I could help in some way. By the third hour, I was tired and ready to go home, so I said thank you for sharing her story with me, but I had to leave. She asked me if she could give me a hug, because being near me really did feel like being with her daughter. I accepted her offer and I gave her a long hug. She and I both cried. I wished her luck with the case, and said good bye.
I still think of this lady from time to time wondering if she ever got custody of her daughter’s children, or if they ever managed to get justice for her daughter. I really hope I helped her with her grief because honestly it felt like she was talking to her daughter she never said good bye to. All in all it was a sweet moment and maybe I helped just a little bit.
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Backup of the post’s body: In 2015 I (F35 now or 25 then) was living in the downtown region of my states major city. I was so lonely at the time, so I really tried to get out of my apartment to meet new people daily. My personality is very outgoing. I know some people get embarrassed or anxious when meeting new people, but I just don’t.
On this particular day in 2015, I went down the street to a local sports bar to hang out. I grabbed a drink from the bar and sat down solo. That got kind of boring, so I decided I could play some video lottery with the 20 dollars I had in my wallet. However, standing up to go to the lottery room, I was stopped by a woman who looked shocked to see me (I had never met her). I asked her “what’s up? can I help you?”. To this she laughs and said she was so sorry for interrupting whatever I was doing, but I was a doppelgänger of her daughter and she just had to say hello. I thought that was sweet, so I decided to continue our chat. I asked her how old her daughter was, and she stated she had been 34 and lived in Texas. Noticing the tense she was using, I asked if something had happened to her. She responded that yes, she had been murdered by her husband just last year, and that seeing me felt like she was seeing her again. She talked about her grief and the horrific details of the case. It was awful and touching to hear her story. It felt like she was trying to talk to me like I was her daughter, and to some degree, I kind of enjoyed it because I was estranged from my own family. I spent three hours listening to this woman and hearing her grief, hoping I could help in some way. By the third hour, I was tired and ready to go home, so I said thank you for sharing her story with me, but I had to leave. She asked me if she could give me a hug, because being near me really did feel like being with her daughter. I accepted her offer and I gave her a long hug. She and I both cried. I wished her luck with the case, and said good bye.
I still think of this lady from time to time wondering if she ever got custody of her daughter’s children, or if they ever managed to get justice for her daughter. I really hope I helped her with her grief because honestly it felt like she was talking to her daughter she never said good bye to. All in all it was a sweet moment and maybe I helped just a little bit.
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Sweet story. Glad you could help the mom
That hug sounds like it was exactly what she neede, and maybe what u needed too. sometimes connection comes from the most unexpected places.