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intheheart) wrote2019-06-21 08:56 pm
intheheart) wrote2019-06-21 08:56 pm
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Sometimes You Gotta Cry
Title: Sometimes You Gotta Cry
Rating: PG
Summary: Gina's take is rather different from Ivy's.
Warnings: homophobia discussed.
Notes: And the flip side of Sometimes You Gotta Laugh. Refers to this case. Homophobia at the link, though it's really so ridiculous it's not threatening.
Ivy thought it was hilarious, and so did Gina at first, her girlfriend's bright good humor contagious even over the phone. The trouble was that the more she thought about it, the more uneasy and unhappy she became.
"Well," Olivia said, when she called her. "I mean. It's a pretty hateful thing to say, even if nobody cares whether they divorce or not."
And that was kind of funny, that they thought anyone would care. But it wasn't just that. "I keep thinking about their kids," Gina said, picking at a flake of plastic peeling off her kitchen counter. "What are they going to have to live with? There's going to be custody arrangements, legal problems-- I don't think they've thought any of this through."
Olivia was quiet for a long moment, just long enough for Gina to remember her history and start to feel ashamed. "Probably not," she said, at last. "Probably all they're thinking is 'this'll show them,' and they aren't realizing that they're punishing themselves and their children."
"It seems so selfish," Gina said, and let the word hang in the air between them for a while.
"It is," Olivia said. "Or at least, I think so. To break up a presumably happy marriage and abandon whatever protection that gives you for... what?"
"A principle," Gina said, and she reluctantly had to admire that kind of guts. It was just... who on earth could see love as wrong? She knew many people did, but she couldn't understand it.
But she knew Olivia was shaking her head, knew the precise expression that would be on her best friend's face, that twisted sort of unhappiness she never let anyone else see. "No. A principle is something you believe makes the world better. This is... stubbornness, and hatred they won't acknowledge, and hatred is never a principle. I'm sorry, Gina. It sucks."
It did, and there was really nothing else to say to it. She swallowed hard, and changed the subject. "Ivy's throwing a party. She said there would be lots of beer and makeouts, and you're welcome to come if you're interested."
"Very much so," Olivia said, and laughed. "Only Ivy, though, throwing a party to celebrate this."
Gina was shaking her head before she even realized it. "No, it's not to celebrate this." Or at least she hoped not, but that was a conversation to have with Ivy later. "It's to celebrate... being happy, I think, and alive, and not having to be afraid."
"I'll drink to that," Olivia said.
Rating: PG
Summary: Gina's take is rather different from Ivy's.
Warnings: homophobia discussed.
Notes: And the flip side of Sometimes You Gotta Laugh. Refers to this case. Homophobia at the link, though it's really so ridiculous it's not threatening.
Ivy thought it was hilarious, and so did Gina at first, her girlfriend's bright good humor contagious even over the phone. The trouble was that the more she thought about it, the more uneasy and unhappy she became.
"Well," Olivia said, when she called her. "I mean. It's a pretty hateful thing to say, even if nobody cares whether they divorce or not."
And that was kind of funny, that they thought anyone would care. But it wasn't just that. "I keep thinking about their kids," Gina said, picking at a flake of plastic peeling off her kitchen counter. "What are they going to have to live with? There's going to be custody arrangements, legal problems-- I don't think they've thought any of this through."
Olivia was quiet for a long moment, just long enough for Gina to remember her history and start to feel ashamed. "Probably not," she said, at last. "Probably all they're thinking is 'this'll show them,' and they aren't realizing that they're punishing themselves and their children."
"It seems so selfish," Gina said, and let the word hang in the air between them for a while.
"It is," Olivia said. "Or at least, I think so. To break up a presumably happy marriage and abandon whatever protection that gives you for... what?"
"A principle," Gina said, and she reluctantly had to admire that kind of guts. It was just... who on earth could see love as wrong? She knew many people did, but she couldn't understand it.
But she knew Olivia was shaking her head, knew the precise expression that would be on her best friend's face, that twisted sort of unhappiness she never let anyone else see. "No. A principle is something you believe makes the world better. This is... stubbornness, and hatred they won't acknowledge, and hatred is never a principle. I'm sorry, Gina. It sucks."
It did, and there was really nothing else to say to it. She swallowed hard, and changed the subject. "Ivy's throwing a party. She said there would be lots of beer and makeouts, and you're welcome to come if you're interested."
"Very much so," Olivia said, and laughed. "Only Ivy, though, throwing a party to celebrate this."
Gina was shaking her head before she even realized it. "No, it's not to celebrate this." Or at least she hoped not, but that was a conversation to have with Ivy later. "It's to celebrate... being happy, I think, and alive, and not having to be afraid."
"I'll drink to that," Olivia said.