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6/6/2007 MILK



I was walking on a dirt road the other day...saw a man beating his wife. I stopped for a minute, not sure what to think, the woman saw me and asked for help. I looked in her eyes...I knew he'd done it before.

I asked her why she had stayed with him if he'd beat her before. She replied with an "I love him". He continued to beat her, and again she asked for help. Again I asked her why she remained with him. She replied with "because he loves me".

I was becoming ill now. The blood, the sounds and the dissappointment I felt for the woman almost made me throw up. I was knealing in front of the woman now. Again the the word help fell from her bruised lips. The man looked at me, and I at him, then her, then back at him. I asked the woman if she would ever leave him. She paused a minute, then said no. I asked again why...and she responded again with an "I love him and he loves me. He doesnt mean it. It's my fault".

I looked at the blood stained face of the man as he looked at me, and then I looked in to her pitiful eyes as she looked back at mine. The man was grunting now, looked at me as if I was next.

When I was little I loved to watch butterflies flying around in the sky. The sky was a beautiful baby blue like my daughters eyes. Did you ever get told that men were your saviours and women needed to be saved because they were helpless. I never believed that...until now I never knew that some women were so absolutley helpless and pitiful.

The woman was close to death I could tell. I asked her again, while looking at the mans baby-blue eyes...why. She responded with a breathless "because the wife is never supposed to question the husband it's my fault".

I asked her why she thought I should help her...she couldnt answer me. I stood up as I looked into their eyes. I could see the amazement in the woman's eyes. I knew she thought I was going to help her. The man grew angrier....

Oh shit...I totally forgot to get the fucking milk at the store....

After getting the milk at the store, I walked by the couple's house again on my way home. The police were there. Some other passerby stopped and thought he could help...dialed 911 and sure enough the man was arrested and the woman saved. Needless to say she was screaming "don't hurt him, I love him", blah blah blah...

The man was out two weeks later and finally succeeded in killing his wife...he then took his own life by hanging himself on the old oak tree in their front yard...

The woman was right about one thing though...it was her fault. She stayed. She may have been the victim the first time, but there's no victim when you're too stupid to leave. Fear has nothing to do with staying.