06-15-2020, 12:36 AM
(06-14-2020, 08:20 PM)reuben.ahmed Wrote: I never talked to her about it. I've known her for a long time, but according to HER ex, she made up a physical abuse case against him (and apparently made up marks on her) so they could get divorced. He said she was cheating on him with one of her coworkers and didn't want that to come out.
What's "interesting" is a couple boyfriends later, one of them physically abused her. Not sure if that was karma or not, but crazy.
She's direct neighbors with them, I'm only 2 houses down. I'll say I have some super strange ass neighbors, one of my direct ones is what we might consider "normal". Might have some political differences but are polite, don't bother you every time they see you outside, will bring the mail into your house for you type deal.
My other direct neighbor talks to me 100/100 times when I'm outside, whether or not I have headphones on or even am looking at him. His dog shit in my yard over the winter, enough to where I filled up half a garbage bag of it, put it on his doorstep, rang his bell and texted him what the bag was for. Apparently I got a lot of "shit" in the neighborhood over that act. Gee, I'm stepping in dog shit every other step in my yard (it crossed my driveway, to give you an idea of how far it went into the yard lol), and I don't have a dog - definitely not my problem. I did him a favor, I could have told him to pick it all up instead.
I definitely stopped talking to the dad cop breaking his kid's jaw and wife, and with the other neighbor I don't speak about this event and I don't know what to believe (her ex seems like a super chill guy that would never do this, but I guess I know nobody anymore).
People say I'm judgmental, but jesus christ if I don't make homemade grenades, dislocate someone's jaw (or hit them at all), throw a family member on countertop with a gun.
I was standing in line for beers at halftime of the Bengals/Ravens home opener with my best buddy back in 18. Some dude jumped the seemingly mile long line, pretended to look lost, then ordered his beer ahead of everyone. My buddy, who's a buck 60 dripping wet just yelled "Hey, mfr!" at the top of his lungs toward the dude until he turned around and confronted him. The guy kept insisting that he didn't cut and berated my friend, then me when I jumped in to prevent us from being tossed from the stadium. Eventually the crowd in the line was standing behind us staring at the guy and he left, cussing up a storm and without his order.
Bottom line is, a lot of people do shitty things because they don't think anyone has the time/balls to call them out on it. Maybe this is your chance to do exactly that for something far worse.
