Last night my ex (still can't quite get used to calling him that) was on his way home from the pub with a couple of friends, one of whom wanted to try and get some food in town. They got to the high street and were passing a chip shop when a youth (and I spit the word contemptuously) threw his chips at them. My ex looked round and innocently exclaimed "They threw their chips at us!" out of sheer surprise.
This was taken to be an invitation for a beating, and he and his friend (the other one was female, so they most courteously left her out of it) were set upon, punched, kicked and the friend had a bottle smashed over his head.
Things were starting to get really nasty when the police happened to drive past (there are a lot of police driving around in our area at night, so this is not necessarily a miracle, just a necessity). They broke it up, took everyone down to the station and the main assailant spent a night in the cells as he was too pissed to give a statement, only to be let off with a caution the next morning, because he was sorry.
This was an unprovoked assault. If the police hadn't showed I am sure the injuries sustained would have been worse. There were two 12-year-olds looking on, watching and learning for when it's their turn in a few years time to show their mates how hard they are. And the police dish out a caution?
It makes me sick. Sorry everyone but I was already flagging with staying positive, and this has just sent me over the edge. I came down this morning to find a bruised and vulnerable looking man in the kitchen bravely soldiering on with the task of making breakfast. I gave him a hug. What else was there to do? I throw up my hands and admit "I feel like shit, life's a bitch, everything's a mess." Time for an intermission. Cut to pictures only for a while. My head's not up to posting anything else, and I do want to keep this site a positive space if at all possible.