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May. 10th, 2011 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I called the cops on the couple upstairs again. I honestly feel like I should have a bunch more times, but unless I hear something distinct, I can never tell if it's a fight or coincidence (and it's not illegal to get into screaming matches). I learned something new - the woman is a small younger Asian, and she did not look beat up, and her face did not look the way it had sounded just minutes before, which was a relief.
I guess they actually spoke to the police officers in a more meaningful way this time, stating that they just get loud and the woman said she was really stressed and that makes her shriek, basically. The cops said something like, "Yeah, I mean, all couples argue, but when you concern neighbors... blah blah blah." I really wish that I could just be there to be like: I AM AFRAID FOR YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU SCREAM LIKE THAT AND I HEAR HEAVY THUDS. I AM NOT TRYING TO BE A BITCH, I AM NEARLY LITERALLY TERRIFIED OUT OF MY SKIN. D:
It's one of those things where, on the one hand, what I hear scares the shit out of me and always sounds like a murder in progress. Which then makes me feel like the cops are assisting in this culture of violence by waving it off with the couple and laughing like "Ohhh yeah, you guys! What silly relationship antics you get into! You even bug the neighbors!!" On the other hand, how many times do I have to say that Dan and I fought like hell too, and it would have been really embarrassing to get the cops called on us, because it really was over nothing. We were just loud and stupid and stomped around, angrily trying to see who could one-up the other in the insult department.
Actually seeing the woman helped me out SO much. By the time the cops got here, she was standing outside the door with her keys, probably so mad that she wanted to leave, but (I found out when the cops asked) she's the lease-holder, and he's not, so she has nowhere to leave to even if she does. I wanted so desperately to talk to her, at least get an idea of what her life is like and whether she is actually in an abusive or just loud relationship, and EXPLAIN to her that I was trying to make sure she wasn't dying - nothing more.
I guess they actually spoke to the police officers in a more meaningful way this time, stating that they just get loud and the woman said she was really stressed and that makes her shriek, basically. The cops said something like, "Yeah, I mean, all couples argue, but when you concern neighbors... blah blah blah." I really wish that I could just be there to be like: I AM AFRAID FOR YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU SCREAM LIKE THAT AND I HEAR HEAVY THUDS. I AM NOT TRYING TO BE A BITCH, I AM NEARLY LITERALLY TERRIFIED OUT OF MY SKIN. D:
It's one of those things where, on the one hand, what I hear scares the shit out of me and always sounds like a murder in progress. Which then makes me feel like the cops are assisting in this culture of violence by waving it off with the couple and laughing like "Ohhh yeah, you guys! What silly relationship antics you get into! You even bug the neighbors!!" On the other hand, how many times do I have to say that Dan and I fought like hell too, and it would have been really embarrassing to get the cops called on us, because it really was over nothing. We were just loud and stupid and stomped around, angrily trying to see who could one-up the other in the insult department.
Actually seeing the woman helped me out SO much. By the time the cops got here, she was standing outside the door with her keys, probably so mad that she wanted to leave, but (I found out when the cops asked) she's the lease-holder, and he's not, so she has nowhere to leave to even if she does. I wanted so desperately to talk to her, at least get an idea of what her life is like and whether she is actually in an abusive or just loud relationship, and EXPLAIN to her that I was trying to make sure she wasn't dying - nothing more.
