It's 2:30 in the morning, and I'm blogging.
I have to be up in three to three-and-a-half hours, and I'm blogging.
I have to be on my feet all day, working with KIDS, and here I am, blogging.
Why?
Well hell, I'm awake, and I'm going to be for a while because there is a domestic dispute going on right outside my bedroom window.
My bedroom window just has a crappy location. It overlooks the parking lot, and I've finally gotten used to having headlights shining in it at all hours. I'm even used to loud-mouthed jerks walking through the parking lot having spirited conversations. But I'm not used to waking up at 2:30 in the morning to a woman sobbing, "Why did you HIT me?"
Seems my neighbors are having a domestic disturbance. There was yelling going on and headlights shining in my window.
As I came awake--very groggily--I got really pissed to hear people yelling outside. I got up and peeked through the blinds, and that is when I heard just what the lady was saying. I immediately felt a little bad that I was so angry about being awakened. And then I stopped that.
Here's the thing--domestic violence in any form is NOT OKAY. And I'm glad this woman knows that getting hit is bad news. I understand, even, that she's not exactly thinking about whether she'll wake the neighbors. But I've been putting up with too much crap in this apartment complex for too long, and I'm not finding it very easy to be accomodating tonight. Not when I have needs of my own, like a decent night's sleep and a relatively quiet place to sleep in.
Fortunately, the headlights I mentioned belonged to a police car. He's been out there with them, and I haven't once heard his voice because 1) he's not upset and 2) he's learned the fine art of keeping it down at 2:30 in the morning. Meanwhile, a pickup truck is backed up as close to the building as it can get (and, incidentally parked near MY car) and it seems that one of these people is in the process of moving out.
I hope so.
I'm sorry if I don't sound properly sympathetic to this woman's plight. I am, or I will be at some point. I'm just so f'ing tired, and I'm having a hard time.
4 comments:
I'm glad that someone called the police. Here's to hoping she has the courage to press charges.
Do you know if they arrested either of them?
I don't know--it was hard to tell, and I didn't want to sit there in the window watching everything, so I was in the living room on the computer.
I hope she presses charges, too, and that he doesn't come back. It sounded like it was a total shock to her that he hit her, so maybe a first-time offense?
Who knows.
Ugh. Hopefully the girl leaves him. Too many stay in abusive relationships.
And yeah, it's hard to be empathetic at 3am.
VERY hard, Kristine. But with a day to think about it, I just hope she's okay. No one deserves to be hit by their partner.
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