That Was a New Experience
I'll start at the beginning.
I was invited to VNs place for dinner tonight. Between three of us, we drank a bottle of wine and a 2 liter bottle of cider. I had to drive home, so I only had one glass of cider. VN and KJ drank the rest of it.
VN wanted to go visit some other friends, so we left her place. KJs truck ran out of fuel before he got out of the driveway. Good thing... he shouldn't have been driving anyway. VN was getting a little impatient because KJ didn't get into my car right away. He was holding a small plastic gas can, and he swung it in her direction, hitting her on the forehead. Having grown up in a violent home, she has no tolerance for that kind of behaviour, so she told me to just go.
Well, when I started to pull away, KJ got even madder and started yelling at VN and hit my car with his gas can, hard. I sure wasn't going to stop and let him in under those circumstances, so I drove all the way up the driveway.
KJ ran up the driveway behind us, yelling and swearing at VN, and ran out onto the road right in front of my car. So, I stopped the car and hit the lock button. Then I hit the window button and got the windows up. I sure like those automatic gizmos now! He yelled and swore at VN some more, then said "just give me a ride home" and tried to open the back door. Just like that... with one breath, abusive speech, with the next breath, asking for a ride. There was no way I was going to let him into my car at that point. I did not trust him.
As we drove away, KJ yelling and swearing, VN phoned a male friend of KJs and asked him to call KJ and go pick him up. Neither of us wanted to see KJ again tonight. I left VN at another friends house, where she is going to spend the night. She doesn't want to be home alone tonight. I don't blame her. I've got my house locked up tight, and I wasn't even yelled at.
I've never been so close to a violent man before.
A number of years ago, I watched a neighbour chase his girlfriend out into the street. She was crying, he was yelling, but I did not witness any violence. I called the police and JJ and I kept an eye on them, in case he did become violent. I did not know either of them.
This time, I was sitting next to the target. My car received most of the physical abuse, and I felt secure locked inside. But this time, I know the violent man. And I know I will see him again. We live in a very small town.
I'll start at the beginning.
I was invited to VNs place for dinner tonight. Between three of us, we drank a bottle of wine and a 2 liter bottle of cider. I had to drive home, so I only had one glass of cider. VN and KJ drank the rest of it.
VN wanted to go visit some other friends, so we left her place. KJs truck ran out of fuel before he got out of the driveway. Good thing... he shouldn't have been driving anyway. VN was getting a little impatient because KJ didn't get into my car right away. He was holding a small plastic gas can, and he swung it in her direction, hitting her on the forehead. Having grown up in a violent home, she has no tolerance for that kind of behaviour, so she told me to just go.
Well, when I started to pull away, KJ got even madder and started yelling at VN and hit my car with his gas can, hard. I sure wasn't going to stop and let him in under those circumstances, so I drove all the way up the driveway.
KJ ran up the driveway behind us, yelling and swearing at VN, and ran out onto the road right in front of my car. So, I stopped the car and hit the lock button. Then I hit the window button and got the windows up. I sure like those automatic gizmos now! He yelled and swore at VN some more, then said "just give me a ride home" and tried to open the back door. Just like that... with one breath, abusive speech, with the next breath, asking for a ride. There was no way I was going to let him into my car at that point. I did not trust him.
As we drove away, KJ yelling and swearing, VN phoned a male friend of KJs and asked him to call KJ and go pick him up. Neither of us wanted to see KJ again tonight. I left VN at another friends house, where she is going to spend the night. She doesn't want to be home alone tonight. I don't blame her. I've got my house locked up tight, and I wasn't even yelled at.
I've never been so close to a violent man before.
A number of years ago, I watched a neighbour chase his girlfriend out into the street. She was crying, he was yelling, but I did not witness any violence. I called the police and JJ and I kept an eye on them, in case he did become violent. I did not know either of them.
This time, I was sitting next to the target. My car received most of the physical abuse, and I felt secure locked inside. But this time, I know the violent man. And I know I will see him again. We live in a very small town.
posted by Tempeste at Saturday, December 30, 2006
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