domestic violence in our lives
Dec. 5th, 2002 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireI went by the house to pick up some clean clothes, grab my furry hat and my coat. Ran into my mother, who enlightened me to the newest installment of the family drama.
Dimwit has apparently been violent with my sister. About a week and a half ago, he did something to her that put a huge bruise down her side and possibly cracked some ribs. Perhaps throwing her into a wall. She lied to my mother, said she had fallen down at work.
Sunday night, my mother got a frantic phone call from my sister begging her to come over. She could hear Dimwit screaming in the background. Thankfully, my mother lives five minutes away, and sped over. Apparently when my sister hung up with my mother, he attacked her and she tried to dial 911. Dimwit yanked the phone cord out of the wall when he realized this. But since it was a hang-up call, the cops came out. They arrived right on my mother's heels, and it took two police men to bodily haul Dimwit down to the car.
Charges have been filed. She has an emergency restraining order, and Dimwit is rotting in jail. With any luck, there isn't a chance in hell he can make bail. Especially with his other assorted legal problems.
Damn, damn and damn. I'm furious. I'm so thankful that she made the choice to not let this go any further. My sister may not be one of my favorite people, but no one needs that. No one. Just absolutely not. It's vile, to think how that stupid, wretched boy took her for so much, and then turned around to hit her. What a bastard.
Dimwit has apparently been violent with my sister. About a week and a half ago, he did something to her that put a huge bruise down her side and possibly cracked some ribs. Perhaps throwing her into a wall. She lied to my mother, said she had fallen down at work.
Sunday night, my mother got a frantic phone call from my sister begging her to come over. She could hear Dimwit screaming in the background. Thankfully, my mother lives five minutes away, and sped over. Apparently when my sister hung up with my mother, he attacked her and she tried to dial 911. Dimwit yanked the phone cord out of the wall when he realized this. But since it was a hang-up call, the cops came out. They arrived right on my mother's heels, and it took two police men to bodily haul Dimwit down to the car.
Charges have been filed. She has an emergency restraining order, and Dimwit is rotting in jail. With any luck, there isn't a chance in hell he can make bail. Especially with his other assorted legal problems.
Damn, damn and damn. I'm furious. I'm so thankful that she made the choice to not let this go any further. My sister may not be one of my favorite people, but no one needs that. No one. Just absolutely not. It's vile, to think how that stupid, wretched boy took her for so much, and then turned around to hit her. What a bastard.
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Date: 2002-12-06 11:04 am (UTC)your sister, no matter how long it took her to find it, has strength.
remember to remind her of this.
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Date: 2002-12-06 11:11 am (UTC)