I've seen life on both sides. As being the in family of an elder, I think some were intimidated by us at times. We had a nice house and some disposable income. Yet we were very hospitable to everyone not just the so-called: elite. We had book study in our home for years and always invited those to stay after for coffee, etc.
Things changed when I took a stand against my husband’s abuse. He was dealt with (somewhat) judicially, but when I divorced him because of his continued behavior and withholding means of support, I was viewed as Jezebel with a bad case of leprosy. Very often when I walked in the hall I felt I should have a stick in front of me beating the ground while yelling "Unclean! Unclean!" That's how much people scattered from me.
The elders told me that some of the brothers were afraid that I was going to rally the wives in some sort of revolt. If I kept quiet I would not be 'dealt with'. Well, I did keep quiet and yet I was marked privately anyway. Some turned with a vengeance and those who were afraid of a massive uprising warned their wives against associating with me. It was a terrible time. There were a few brave, loyal friends that stuck by me in private, but few acknowledged me publically or invited me anywhere.
Although this has been tough, I would not make a different decision. I only would have divorced the bum sooner. (Maybe I should have rallied the sisters! What fun that would have been!)