Dang. I kinda made casual friends awhile back with a neighbor at the end of the street. A tiny, sad and frail woman in her 60s. We talk about our old houses and kinda caretake a bit for the handyman who lives in her back house. Bonded a bit over an old neighbor lady who died recently, clearing out her house, thinking about maybe buying it. Talk on the phone now n then. Easy stuff like that.
I got home from dinner, stomped on outta my pickup and tried to stand tall in my boots cuz I could spot a faraway figure headed my way in the dark street. Well, it was only the neighbor friend. We yakked a bit about nothing and then I said, “Hey, you ok lady? You seem a little blue.”
At first she just hinted that she fought with her husband again. She has told me this several times before and kinda laughed it off. But this poor women began to break on down. Man, apparently her husband has been abusing her for 40 years. The reason she was out tonight barefoot in the street was because he beat her about the face, swung her by her hair, and told her he was going to slit her throat. She said she has hid this all of her life because she is ashamed. She fell on her knees bawling.
Don’t you just fucking hate that shit? I lived in a duplex once with a poor girl who twice climbed through my window in the middle of the night just to save herself from her monster husband. He was huge and scary and crazy, but what else could I do? Makes me wish I really could stand taller in my boots, like 12 foot tall.
Anyways, I told her the usual stuff… she didn’t have to put up with that, yak yak. I also told her she could knock on my door anytime.
:( Just wanted to share cuz it upset me.
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