fun with domestic violence
Actually, it used to be “a” neighbor. She was a real nice girl. We would say hi in passing. Yesterday I was heading into the elevator and she was heading out of the elevator and she did not even see me. She had her head down. In that walk. I have seen it before. It is the bad walk.
She moved into the building about the same time I did. I was not even sure whether she lived here or just used the place to cook stuff for her coffee shop. She has a little shop on the corner. Lots of cooking smells. Not so much people living there action. Either way, it looked like she had the place alone. For a while.
Then the guy showed up.
I do not know how long the guy has been around. He just was around one day and then he was around more. He is one of those guys who always gives off this tense feeling, so seeing him, you get a little tense too. You do not know why. You just do.
One day the yelling started.
Yelling is a gradual thing. One day you hear it. About a week of quiet goes by. You hear it again. Another week. Then the yelling starts happening more often.
Today the yelling is out of control.
It is not like yelling ever really is a big sign of control. But, there is contained yelling. And, there is I have really lost it yelling.
This is the I have really lost it yelling.
It started this morning. Stopped for a while. He was hitting something, but it wasn’t her, anyone who gets hit that hard falls down. I figured it was maybe a wall. Not good, but it would hurt his hand worse than it would hurt her. [Cool, maybe he will break that hand and go yell somewhere else.] Then it stopped.
I thought, Finally. And thought maybe I could get some work done. Or maybe write something fun for the blog. Maybe I would write something fun about my imaginary boyfriend —
The yelling started again.
[Imaginary boyfriends are looking real good today.]
And the hitting.
Whatever it is he just hit does not sound like a wall anymore. Me, I am not walking into that. I do not need to get hit too. But I will not sit listening while it happens. So I called the cops.
I really hate guys who hit women. I hate guys who yell at women and I hate guys who call women names but I hate guys who hit women more.