I Hate Guys Who Hit Women
I will never forget I was driving behind a couple in a car in front of me and he was beating on her while he was driving. This was before cell phones so I drove up as close as I could to his bumper and laid on my horn. When he realized I saw what was going on he stopped. When we got to a red light and he had no way of getting around the other cars I got out of the car and was going to go to her side and ask her to get out of the car. When I did the windows were down and he was abusing her verbally now. Her face was already swollen and bloody. I snapped. That is all I remember. The next thing I remember is the cops were there and the people who were beside me and saw and heard the entire thing was in the parking lot in the store across from the red light. The couple is no where in sight, but the other car got the drivers license.
I guess when I saw red and snapped I clearly didn't remember what I did. I went to HIS side of the car and screamed "Hey (not so nice word to call someone) you want to hit someone? Pick on someone your own size!" and proceeded to wail on him through his window. There was a small opening for him to get through traffic on the median and he took it, running the red light.
The cops found him at the hospital with his girlfriend. She said they got in a car accident that is why she looked like that and her boyfriend had his jaw broke in 3 places.
Moral of the story: Do not beat on a woman in front of me. I don't seem to know my own strength.
I guess when I saw red and snapped I clearly didn't remember what I did. I went to HIS side of the car and screamed "Hey (not so nice word to call someone) you want to hit someone? Pick on someone your own size!" and proceeded to wail on him through his window. There was a small opening for him to get through traffic on the median and he took it, running the red light.
The cops found him at the hospital with his girlfriend. She said they got in a car accident that is why she looked like that and her boyfriend had his jaw broke in 3 places.
Moral of the story: Do not beat on a woman in front of me. I don't seem to know my own strength.