Posted in FWR in the hope that I may get some pointers on how to do better next time:
On public transport on my way home from work just now, I was approached by a woman asking if I would let her make a call as she'd left her keys and mobile at home. Being pathologically nice, I obviously say yes. She calls her husband and explains.
As we get off at what turns out to be her stop as well as mine, her husband is already there with their toddler in his car. He opens the car door as she approaches and shouts a veritable tirade of abuse at her about what a (sorry, explicit!) Useless stupid cunt she was being and how he was going to knock some sense into her at home and ... well, you imagine the rest.
Then, he shouts she's going to have to walk home and drives off. She just stands there and breaks into sobs. I just stand there, having observed the situation, and feel utterly and completely helpless and out of my depth. I've never met this woman or her child before.
She asks if she can use my phone once more. And, again, I agree. She calls him back.
At which point, I decide to say to her "the way he is treating you - you know, that's not love, that's abusive. And you don't have to put up with it. Please call these people. They can help you!" And I hand her a crumpled flyer from a local refuge which I happen to remember I've in my bag from a fundraiser party I attended a few weeks ago.
So, she just stands there, sobbing, waiting for him to come back. And I stand there, trying to be at once sympathetic and supportive but also firm and clear in my message that she needs to stop this for her sake and her child's. Then he turns back up and shouts abuse at her some more as she gets in the car and off he speeds with her and the child.
I'm so shaken!
Having survived and ultimately left a verbally and emotionally abusive man myself, it all seems to come back to me.
I know I should have called the police right there and then. Or something. But also, he had her child. I tried. I really, really struggled, too, because of what witnessing this has brought up from my own past.
I hope she calls the refuge. I know she won't, most probably. And, god, I just know that horrible husband of hers is probably beating the crap out of that poor woman as I type this.
I don't know how I'll sleep tonight.
How do I do better, should I ever witness something like it again? I feel so guilty for having let her down.