I can't stop thinking about last night. I recently moved to a new area and the house is on an estate.
DP and I went for a walk. Had heard neighbours arguing all evening, when we were out of the house it sounded as though he was hitting her down a different street. They were both drunk and screaming abuse at each other. Things about betrayal and no food in the house and run back to mummy then.
She then limped down the street slowly. After a couple of minutes he came out of nowhere and dragged her back to their house, first by the arm, then the neck.
Then it was quiet.
I didn't intervene. I didn't shout. I didn't call the police, although I tried to call 101. That got me nowhere so I filled out a form on the police website. I'm actually struggling to recall the details, I think my mind is trying to block it out.
There was a neighbour in an upstairs flat watching the whole thing as well. Who knows how many other people saw and heard it all go on.
This is how women are murdered by their partners all the time, isn't it? People just stand by and watch. I always thought I'd be the type to intervene, call the police, record the incident, etc etc. But no, I just stood there, rooted on the spot 
That poor bloody woman.