On my way to one of my -ist doctors, I witnessed an incident that bothered me to the point I got lost on my way to the doctor and was anxious the rest of the day. I bucked up and didn’t cry but I sure wanted to.
Stuck at a street light, I saw movement from the car in the next lane, slightly ahead of me.
As far as I could tell, there was only a man and woman in the car. They were physically fighting. After the light changed and they started moving, it appeared he was yelling at her. He was facing her and not looking at where he was driving. I backed off.
I saw a lot of arms flying and then the car swerving back and forth as if the woman tried to take hold of the steering wheel and crash the car. Just as my lane curved off in a different direction, I saw a door on the driver’s side open. I couldn’t tell if it was the back door or the driver himself. Was there a kid in the car?
I felt sick to my stomach and that vision has stayed with me since.
Maybe I have been sheltered, but I have never witnessed domestic physical abuse. Well, other than the slug bug and slapping between my siblings and me. Oh, and a good dose of verbal abuse from peers.
My heart goes out to any who have been abused in one way or another.
Gosh, I have nothing else to say except maybe this is where I should be volunteering…to help victims in some way. But then I wish there was no such thing.
phew, I just wish I could have gotten the woman out of the car that day.
p.s. As an afterthought, I suppose if I were attached to my cell phone via umbilical cord, I may have followed the car and called 911. However, my phone isn’t something I use in the car while moving. It’s that same thing…I can’t walk and chew gum at the same time so my phone is lost in the abyss of my purse.