Whenever my husband would beat me,
I knew that the neighbors could hear it.
I knew that our roomate could hear it.
And I can't begin to describe how alone
in the world I felt, knowing that they
knew, but never called for help for me.
However, at the same time, I knew how
frightening it would be for them to do
that & risk having a run-in with him later
on down the track. After all, I was too
afraid to turn him in, I knew what he
was capable of.
It did not stop until I stopped it.
It did not stop until I chose to live.
To really live.
It is a tricky situation.
I would love to tell you to call for help
for this poor woman.
But perhaps the abuse will stop when she decides
to leave him.
Or he kills her.