I'm expecting it any day now. After tonight, I know it's coming. And for one of the few times in my life, I am terrified. And I have good cause to be...I've seen it before.
It's to the point where I don't want to go over to his house anymore. But I know that me being there at least gives him pause. When I'm there though, I'm on edge. When I'm not there I'm on edge. And this is a guy that used to be the most laid back person I ever knew. Me and his family have been friends for years. He's like a little brother. And now it makes me nervous to be around him.
I'm not worried about him going off on me. Hell, I'd rather him take his anger out on me. At least that way, I wouldn't have to worry about getting a phone call from Lori's cousin, or having her come to where I work with her face busted up. I know it's coming, I've seen this **** before.
I've tried to tell her what is going to happen, and I always get the "He loves me, he'd never hit me" line. Riiiiight. The holes in the walls, the shattered windows in the house, and tonight, the back window of a car shattered out with a ball bat. If that's love, leave me the hell out. I know she sees it, but I cannot for the life of me figure out why she won't realize that it IS going to happen.
And when it does happen, I don't know what I am going to do. Beating the living **** out of him would feel great, (You don't hit women. Ever. People like that are the bottom of the food chain, the scum of the earth.) I know that he would just take it out on her. But I know that just sitting back and waiting for it to happen is pretty damn low on my part as well.
So, anybody got any ideas? I'm about to head off to sleep, I'll check the boards before I go over there today. Later people.