You all know that I rarely post non-knitting stuff on here. But, because of this situation I want to share it with you all.
Thursday, I was sitting at the computer working when the kids and I heard a car slam their brakes on and skid. Then we heard a horn blowing and a woman screaming non stop in front of our house. My first thoughts were that someone had hit one of the dogs that run loose in the neighborhood. So I headed out the door. When I got about half down the driveway I could see through the trees a man beating a woman in the SUV. I immediately turned back to the house and had the kids call 911. When the guy saw me he took off running, tell me that the woman was "fuc**** crazy." That gave me enough time (and GT enough time) to get a good look at him. By the time I got down to the SUV, the woman, a 23 year old girl, came crawling out. She was beat pretty badly. Come to find out this was her husband and she had called the police several times on him in the past for the same thing. Well I waited till the police came, gave them my information, signed it, and watched while she agreed to press charges against him, and gave full description about him and the guys that he was with. Come to find out, that she was visiting her father who lives down on the other side of the subdivision, and her husband and these guys had followed her there and he wanted to talk to her and when she left, he got in the SUV with her. So while she was giving her info they called it in and had the guys picked up within minutes.
I don't know if you or someone you know has ever been stalked, but it's indescribable. It's like every bad horror movie you have ever seen wrapped up in one. I have been stalked and the confrontation with my stalker was similar to this, except I didn't let him get his hands on me, and he carried a gun with him at all times. In stead of hitting me, he had a loaded gun on me. At that time in spite of restraining orders, and all the legal things you can do, you know you just can't be protected until the dumbass does something physical to you. (now there are stalking laws that depending on how strick, will protect you. If you don't know your states stalking laws, find out, you may need them or another woman in your family might). Anyway, the situation Thursday, I may have kept that girl from getting hurt worse by coming out there and yelling back to the kids to call 911, but where were my other neighbors? I seen their curtains moving. NO ONE, came out to help this girl NO ONE. Ok, she hasn't made some great decisions in her life, (who the hell hasn't made a series of bad decisions and had to pay for them?)and she may be a nut case, BUT, that didn't give that guy any right to lay a hand on her. It's almost like their decision to stay in was approving of him hitting her. What are these people thinking?
So during all of this I was calm and able to think on my feet. About an hour later I fell apart. The "what if's" hit, what if he had a gun, what if this was gang related and I pissed him off to send someone back here, what if... what if... what if... Finally I got my act together enough to stop that crap, put it in perspective and kind of deal with it and everything it's brought up from my situation. I have to admit, I'm still a little nervous about going out the front door of my house, and when I have to drive by her father's house to leave the subdivision my stomach gets a little tight. There have been several lessons come out of this, but one of the big ones, is how your decisions effect people that you don't even know. It may not be immediately, but at some point a decision you make will. Let's hope it effects them in a good way.