So I've really been through what the weekend. Do you know the feeling when you you totally looking forward to something and that at the end, everything totally wrong? So it was with me.
Everything seemed like a normal Saturday to be. The weather behaved according to the season, I felt fine and it seemed all right be. First, I strolled a bit through the city and enjoyed it to go shopping a little, I have finally done something good. Later I met up with a girlfriend, it was no big drama, everything was going well.
But something had to happen again. Sometimes I feel that I have this negative crap over and over again simply dressed, no matter what I do. Legal rule as a curse of the one just can not let go. It is jinxed, really. I would give everything to lead a normal life can be!
What's normal? Is this normal mean boring, or just the ordinary Everyday life? But if there are already commonplace in my dramatic events, it is normal that not even for me? Sometimes I wish I just rest, a haven where I can find resistance. Someone who I know that he is still there, if something went wrong again, so I have to hold on to something. Or just a guardian angel who stands before me, so I do not always gotten the burst, but that's probably asking too much. Would anyone want to impress on my problems.
On Saturday I ended up again in a familiar situation to me, only that this time I was not the victim, but a witness of the action. We just wanted a decent warm just a little for the party, not more and it had indeed lead to such a situation. Well we were sitting fourth with a friend in the WG. Her roommate was at the same time her ex-boyfriend. To all of you reading this now, please, not with your ex pulls together in an apartment if the separation of the two sides has not coped with properly.
What do girls nunmal we talked, and just now was also the subject of "ex friend" and so he sat in the room next door and had heard that we were talking about him. We found it nunmal bad that he often had temper tantrums, and not so extreme shy away to fight. He had already made the rooms door to my girlfriend broke, so they shut the door could not and he had a clear track. Even a piece from her bed, he had already broken out in anger and even beaten. I wonder how honest this with a people living together can, I would not have participated in their place.
Well it came about that he one of us could suffer extreme because it was allegedly the reason probably why the two had separated. Utter nonsense if you ask me. He simply could not suffer, that was a fact.
We had had even changed the subject as it started. Suddenly he began loszuschreien like crazy, calling his ex girlfriend as a bitch. He also threatened to smash their computer when a friend would not disappear immediately. We have of course not like the left is clear and have tried to explain that it was not just his home, he is not the only one still lives there and his "roommate" may also have visited, what he has to accept. He screamed and yelled and threatened even to call the police for trespassing, it was getting worse every second.
I thought only that it is high Was time to go and we wanted to. But damn, he was in the bathroom, which was accessible from the hallway where we stood suddenly. He hit one of us the door and shouted in his face further, she would not let the matter rest, but WUMS, a gossip and suddenly I saw blood dripping from her down. Yes he was beaten and she would not let go. At attention, they took a bottle and hit him on the head, until he had drained it, and yelled that he wants to view them.
Terrible, just terrible, she was bleeding very much. I took her by the hand and pulled her out everything from the apartment. We were four of us girls out there and have the police called to the was just too much had been.
Actually, it should be an evening of fun and party, and now we were standing there with an injury and waited for the police. The emotions went crazy, it was terrible. I, too, the shock was sitting pretty in the bone, I also was a victim of violence already. I wondered why such a thing just has to happen and why people do such a thing, I do not understand.
The police had luckily not long in coming and we were relieved. Even a Krangenwagen was there. You had to be hospitalized, a laceration graced her face: (
I then still went to Party to distract me recover from the shock a little. But somehow, I reproached myself, as funny as it may sound, I think that put me in such situations again and this time the other was purely pulled. Let's see if I get a letter from the police, because of the testimony, for statements I will definitely, I can not accept that such a person is unharmed.
Somehow it's been a strength, which puts up with nothing. I've never managed to see my tormentor, because I was just too cowardly ... would
A day without drama something for me, just where nothing exciting happens. Or at least once a time without violence ...
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