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justin:

duplo:

Hypothetically:

If your neighbors fight all the time outside your window and one time the girl has a big red mark on her face after a fight that makes you think he’d hit her and then you overheard her screaming about how he had kicked her in the chest, would you call the police?

Alternately:

If you’re in an abusive relationship and there are some neighbors who live behind you who obviously spy on you all the time, and you yell about getting hit by your husband right under their window, aren’t you kind of asking for help?

Am I just justifying being a busybody?

We did call the police.

I’m suprised I don’t hear more crazy stuff like this going on here, with so many people living in close proximity.

When we lived in San Francisco, we were on the 2nd floor of a two story building with a pastor, his wife and young child living below us. Initially we thought that’d be nice, since … yanno, pastors are supposed to be good folks.

A couple weeks in we realized that the walls in the house were quite thin, and that the pastor was being emotionally abusive to his wife and child. They were screaming at each other quite often. We never heard any physical violence, but sometimes it was very difficult to know exactly what to do when things sounded nasty.

It was especially awkward when we’d see them outside the next day, and could tell from the sheepish looks we got, he regretted how he had acted, and knew we could hear.

Glad to be away from that situation. I hope things are better now.

i had a crazy couple that lived across the walkway from me in my old apartment. technically, they were in another complex, so my landlord couldn’t really do anything.

they were nuts. well, okay, maybe it was just her. she would yell all the time, into the wee hours of the morning. she complained that he didn’t appreciate her- how she cooked, how she cleaned, how she got up at 5 am just to make their lives ran smoothly. then, when she was “done yelling,” she would yell about how exhausted she was from yelling at him, and the cycle would start again.

my roommate and i would blatantly open our windows, scoot our chairs up, and just listen.

(nosy bitches.)

it was entertaining, i suppose, but man, those nights when the yelling would continue until 1, 2, 3 in the morning, you better believe it was me calling the cops.

i don’t think it ever was physically abusive (emotionally yes, her to him), but a girl’s got to get her sleep.