- 7 years ago
- Wedding: September 2012
So the Mr. and I live in one of those “luxury apartment communities” where its a grouping of several 2 story buildings and a club house in the middle with a 24 hour security booth.
We’ve been here for 2 years, and its been great and extremely quiet – its probably 90% couples around our age who commute downtown for work or graduate/med school.
One night in September when we still had the windows open, I could hear the couple above us screaming bloody murder at each other. The problem was that they were screaming in Korean, which I dont speak – so I couldn’t tell if they were just having it out over a burned dinner, or threatening to kill each other. Knowing every couple has their moments – and not being able to see if anything physical was going on, I figured if they knew I could hear them – maybe they’d chill a bit. Stepped out on my balcony – and yelled “Is everything ok? Should I call the police?” They stopped. The cops pulled in 5 mnutes later (someone else in the building must have called), but the wife told them everything was fine, and they left. This happened again in October.
Then in November, a car pulls up right in front of our balcony and our living room window. Mr and I were just on the couch watching a movie. We hear her screaming again and look outside -she is trying to get out of the car, and he is holding her by a fistful of hair. She’s kicking, screaming, and slamming him on the head with her purse – and he’s not letting go.
I pretty much fly out on the balcomy and scream at the top of my lungs “STOP!” He freezes and looks up at me – and without really planning or thinking, I just glare at him and scream “what the fuck is wrong with you?” He lets her go and she jumps out of the car. She sees me holding my phone and immediately starts pleading with me in broken English not to call the police. I stare at both of them and go “Are you kidding? Really? You really think I’m going to see this and then just go back inside like nothing happened?” He speeds off and leaves her on the sidewalk in front of my balcony. I ask her if she wants to come inside my apartment. She says no and continues begging me not to call the police. I tell her I’m sorry but i have to.
Cops show up – and neither of them are anywhere to be found. And somehow 24/7 Security Awesome Guy has not heard ANY of this happening and finally strolls on over after seeing the cruisers pull in. Fantastic. I give a statement, and a couple of other neighbors come out to say they heard it. The next day I get an email from the manager of the complex apologizing for my “experience” and assuring me that it would be “dealt with”. Who the F knows what that means? I had a Koean speaking friend write up a card with some domestic violence shelter info on it and slid it under their door. It was all I could do to not just feel useless.
I mistakenly told the MR if I ever saw anything like that again, I’d grab my big stone frog decoration from the balcony and throw it at him. He has I guess learned not to underestimate me when I say things like that, so when he went on a business trip this week, he made me promise not to kill the neighbor even if he deserved it.
Low and behold, about an hour ago – screaming. LOTTTS of screaming, and the sound of either stomping or things getting thrown. It took every.single.ounce of restraint to call the cops and then just sit here listening waiting for them to show up.
I know thats the right, safe thing to do – but AKJDSKLJEWIRHWEHRERRRRRHHHHH!!!!!!HHH!!!!! I’m like…white knuckle, heart-pounding livid right now. GUHHHH.
/end rant. just needed to get that out.