I had a secretary that used to use scarfs around her neck and long-sleeved dresses and blouses to hide her bruises.
One night I was called by her. Her husband had beat and kicked her in front of their 12 year old daughter and then dragged her by hair across the living room.
I picked her and her daughter up and took her to my parent’s home to be safe. I told her she would not be harmed if she would just not return to her home. Even as nuts as her husband was he would not show up at my parents house.
She stayed a few days. And then she went back.
I washed my hands of it.
His name is Buddy Houts, and if he is still alive, he might still live in Chattanooga.
Coke-head, monster. Beast.
My secretary quit a few days after the “rescue” went down. She might be dead too.
Well, I did what I could. Some people are moths to a candle.
Evidently he just died. But everyone thought he was a great guy...
http://www.chattanoogan.com/2014/3/17/271938/Remembering-Buddy-Houts-He-Made-Us.aspx
Oh wait... evidently it was 25 years ago. But they still remember him as a great guy.
I intervened in one of these in my youth, husband was beating the wife, I stepped in and started to beat the husband and then the wife jumped on me and started attacking me to protect her husband....
Crazy people in this world.
I was a prosecutor for a while, saw the whole domestic cycle of violence all the time. Most memorable one I prosectuted was the guy whose wife was cheating on him with one of her co-workers. He went to her place of employment, confronted them in the parking lot, and put a .38 in her head. She was taken to the ER, had the bullet (and some brains) removed, and recovered.
She went back to him.