I came from work yesterday, tired as fuck(!), slammed some coffee then half dozed on the couch watching some meaningless kid movie with the noisy scabs. I vaguely remember my wife telling me that she was going to oversee the kids' bath and I could stay down and sleep, if I could.
I dozed deeper and deeper, when she suddenly screams from the back door (which enters the garage) for me to call the police.
WTF
, obviously.
I grabbed my cell and stumbled out into the garage to find that my wife had become entangled in a domestic quarrel from across the street. She had been pushed and when I saw first what all the screaming was about, I saw a young man dragging a pregnant woman by her hair and hitting her face every time she tried to speak, out of my garage.
The woman had run with my wife to our garage (after my wife had broke them up the first time) and the fuckstick had followed them to get the young girl back. I saw this guy hitting this pregnant woman and dragging her out of my garage, FFS!
I had already dialed "911" (responding sleepily, but instantly to my wife's urgent tone of voice) when I saw this disgusting scene and saw that my wife was extremely upset - I tossed her the phone, told her to listen and respond to the dispatcher with our address first! On the way through my garage, I grabbed my rake (the last tool I had used and the only solid thing on my way to this horrible event). I took two good steps and planted the round, handle end of my garden rake into the hard tissue near his sternum to stop him from dragging and hitting the pregnant girl. He went down fast and I grabbed the girl's arm to find if I could stand her up.
TeH shithead was quite well downed and gagging, but trying to get up. I took a vigilant stance, then jammed the rake handle into his inner thigh, (I was beginning to come awake, now), and told him that if he tried to get to his feet I would hurt him and that he needed to wait for the cops to come, sitting on his ass, right there on the ground.
He sat back and said that he was NOT going back to jail. (Turns out, this is to be his second trip to jail for beating this girl - the rotten bastard!)
I turned a little to try to see my wife and she was just finishing with the 911 call, as the cops drove up. Apparently someone else from down the street had already called for police and they were there. That is when I saw the blood which ran down my wife's arm from the scrape she got from trying to break the two kids up by herself and being push down into the limestone drive of the neighbor's house. (I can't really explain how much personal courage she has just shown all these dozen and a half "Uh-Oh" chanting, mouth opened, numbly staring people who were content watching and doing NOTHING nor how much more I am in love with this tough, unrelentingly determined woman (OK - "old" , too - she turns forty five this year) - I have known her all these years and I have never seen this level of rage towards justice for another stranger. I've seen her stand up for me and her kid, but not to this degree and never for a total stranger. I am very proud to know her and she is amazing!)
It all took until near dark, but the police took statements from all of us and eventually took the abusive bastard to jail. The pregnant girl went to Her Uncle Bob's house to stay the night.
I saw again, first hand, watching speechlessly, how some women who have such low self esteem, believe that they can do no better in a life partner than to accept someone who will eventually beat them so bloody that they may not survive, as she tried to cling to her boyfriend's leg while the cops put him in the car- she had "come unglued," so to speak. Another cop had to restrain her as she tried to cling to her abusive boyfriend. She also changed her story to the cops several times, presumably trying to keep her abusive bastard boyfriend out of trouble.
My wife told me that when I hit that guy with my rake handle, my feet were several feet off the ground, my torso was almost horizontal and she thought I was going to pole vault over him with the rake. She also teased that she did not know that I could still jump at all. I just said that it only seemed so because she is so damn short. (lol - short in stature, she's a giant in the senses of fair play)
Anyway, last night was a lot of trauma for us and I/we spent the rest of the evening trying to put what bits of it all that our kids saw out the windows into some perspective that they can understand and hopefully, get over.
My heart hangs heavily to know that these two people will be again at each other's throats in a few short days and nothing anyone says to either of them will change what will eventually happen to one or both of them or possibly to their baby.
