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Saw something strange today. A woman, maybe in her 40s, kind of mom-ish, sitting in her car next to mine talking on her cell phone. She had a fresh welt on her left cheek facing me, big old bruise with a cut that's scabbed up. And a puffy black eye to match. Kinda hard to believe she fell and hit the doorknob twice on her face. She was having some serious conversation with maybe her sister or mom or someone who loved her. I felt really fucking bad, but I didn't know what to do. That's me though, always wanting to help but never sure of how to go about it, and always fumbling through whatever action I do take. I guess most people just leave them be, give them their privacy or whatever. But that didn't seem right to me, didn't feel very Christian. I walked into that grocery store pretty fucking pissed off that I couldn't do anything. After shopping I came back to my car and saw she was still there, on the phone, pleading to someone ... she noticed me looking and soon after drove off. I have that effect on them.
It's strange to me because I never really grew up around spousal abuse .. or at least if it happened there were never any signs of it in the neighborhood. I guess I'll never understand what it is that draws women towards men like that. Those guys must have something really special about them. Or maybe it's something to do with women being so complex.
It's strange to me because I never really grew up around spousal abuse .. or at least if it happened there were never any signs of it in the neighborhood. I guess I'll never understand what it is that draws women towards men like that. Those guys must have something really special about them. Or maybe it's something to do with women being so complex.