I just go through life with my glasses blurred

Trial rolls around and it turns out he had been abusing and controlling her for years. Domestic violence call after domestic violence call. He’d been essentially torturing her for years and nobody had been doing a damn thing.

This poor woman was in the kitchen of the single wide trailer she shared with him (he was a convicted felon (violent offense) and refused to work so she was the sole breadwinner and did the domestic labor) having one simple request for him and sending him on this errand (he didn’t letting her to leave the house) and he returns with the wrong beans for the dinner she is making for him. She politely tells him he brought the wrong beans (I think they were dried (cheaper but take hours to prepare)) for dinner. And he goes off on her. And a switch flips in her and she grabs the kitchen knife from the counter and stabs him to death on the kitchen floor. And the cops come and she tells them she stabbed him over beans. Not because she had been essentially held captive for years, not because she was afraid for her life after he had been physically abusive to her, but because beans were the only thing she could think about.

HOCUS POCUS (1993) Dir. Kenny Ortega

Zelda:… Sure.