I’m feeling guilty because I’ve been extremely angry at our ex-landlady, as she hasn’t sent us a check for the deposit. (We need it desperately – our first mortgage payment came out a month early, and we’ve had to buy so much for the new house.)
Phil called her today, and it turns out that she is in the hospital after a very severe beating by her boyfriend (the one that beat her so badly with his walking stick); she is going to press charges against him this time, and then leave the country. (And no, small thing though it seems under those circumstances, she doesn’t have our deposit money.) Poor lady.
As badly as I feel for her, I do have a hard time sympathizing. This isn’t the first time. Last time she had bruises and cuts that would turn your stomach, having been beaten like a stray dog…and still she went back to him. At what point do you start incurring responsibility for what happens to you in life? Poor Kay…it breaks my heart knowing that this won’t be the last time, unless she changes the choices that she makes. I would happily spit and fry Dave for doing it…but in a sense, she allows him to.
Horrible things happen in the world. And everyone has to take responsibility for saving themselves. Or not, as the case may be.