Hit Me Baby, One More Time.

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“My body is a cage. That keeps me from dancing with the one I love, but my mind holds the key. I’m standing on a stage of fear, and self-doubt. It’s a hollow place, but I’ll clap anyway.” ~ Arcade Fire

My husband and I don’t get out much on our own. We aren’t very wealthy, and we don’t really have a constant babysitter, relying solely on the help of our parents. We used to go out once a month, but in the past year we have been out a total of two times. The most recent being this past weekend.

We were at a popular, local bar. The place is fairly big. Friends of ours had been there that night for a fundraiser for their daughters Pop Warner Cheerleading League.  Thinking about it now, I suppose I thought before hand that because it was an event centered around helping children, the crowd would be mellow, and the night would be event free. Maybe I didn’t think that, I’m not sure, but you would think that right?

We were there for maybe a half an hour before shit hit the fan. Of course we weren’t involved directly with what went on, but our good friends were. So we didn’t just leave like we would have had we not known anyone involved.  Basically, under the influence of alcohol, I hope, this woman calls my friend a whore. Fine whatever. We are adults, that sort of thing is so ridiculous it mustered no reaction from my girlfriend. Sure it pissed her off, but women like that thrive on getting people fired up. The comment was ignored.

So we are all standing around talking and I look over to find these grown men staring down our group of women. I never thought they would come over to us. I never thought what happened could happen. One of the men proceeds to scream in my friends face, calling her a dirty whore, letting her know it would be best if she left the bar. I scan the crowd of at least thirty on-lookers, searching for our husbands. One quick second later and the man has my friend pinned to the ground, hands on her throat, clearly he lost his mind. 

Apparently the guy was an off duty police officer. So what? Right? Wrong. My friend stood her ground waiting for the police to come. Everyone had told her that it wouldn’t matter what she said, or how many witnesses there were, cops stick together. Basically that means it’s ok. What happened was ok. She refused to leave. Even though she has been the one thrown out of the bar, and the bars owners as well as the bouncers wouldn’t even listen to her side of the story. Which by the way I am sorry there are sides no longer. Once it becomes physical, all bets are off.

I know the owner of the bar pretty well, she was a friend of mine. She wanted nothing to do with my pleas to her about what had happened, in her mind I guess my friend got what she deserved? I don’t know, all I know is I no longer have respect for her, and I will never visit her place again.

Anyway when the cops finally showed up, one of the officers pulled my friend aside and listened to her story. We were watching from the other side of the road. He went over to speak with his fellow officers, and five minutes later we were all driving home. She was not allowed to press charges, and I saw with my own eyes these officers laughing at the situation. Talk about abuse of power.

At first I wasn’t sure what it was about the situation that evoked such a strong reaction from me. Days later here I am and the only image I have of that night, burned into my mind, is my friend on the floor, looking up at this beast of a man choking her. Then I remember my own past.

Sometimes it feels like I live two lives. The past and the present. I used to tell my husband when we fought, that I would rather have the shit kicked out of me than go through the verbal mess of an argument. My position being that at least when you get hit, it happens, and then it’s over. Usually afterward there was a pretty decent grace period as well. Things would always be really good after I got punched in the face. You can imagine the look on my husband’s face when I said those things. It was a cross between pain and confusion. I could never adequately explain my stand to him.

My husband has never laid a finger on me, I used to think that was why we fought. Not because we were young parents, and had three small children. Not because we never had a chance to be newley weds without children, or the thousand other normal goings on that occurred. In my messed up brain I was just waiting. I even pushed on purpose, I wanted him to just get it over with and hit me, then we could move on.

I was one messed up chick. That’s the thing about abuse though, it doesn’t go away. Not that easily anyway. I still have nasty dreams and permanent defense mechanisms. I am mad at the wrong people constantly, and when I saw my friend getting hurt a part of me really exploded. It was definitely one of those times I wished I wasn’t so small. Literally. I am four foot ten, ninety five pounds-that man would have flicked me off of him like I was a fly.

The thing is, it didn’t matter what anyone did, the off duty cop walked away with not so much as a slap on the wrist. The old me would have made excuses as to why this was ok. This me is saying that it’s not.

A woman shouldn’t have to press charges. The laws in my state are absolutely ridiculous. Do you know that in CT if you call 911 on a domestic disturbance, even if you’re thoroughly getting your ass beat, you will be arrested along with the person doling out the hits? That’s foolish.

I can remember a time when I was about seventeen years old. My boyfriend at the time had me pinned in his basement and proceeded to bite through my cheek. He lived with his parents, and I assume that his mother-who until that point didn’t believe my cuts, scrapes, and black eyes were coming from her son-heard the commotion below her. I look up from the ground to see her walking back up the steps. Not running like she was going to call 911, but walking like she was making out a grocery list in her head. The next day when it was just her and I in the house she proceeded to tell me that if I decided to press charges I would be arrested as well, so it would be pointless.

Is that not the same thing that my friend was being told outside that bar. She should leave because it wouldn’t matter, and it didn’t. I don’t know who was more angry, her or me. So that’s it, this guy get’s away with what he did, probably goes home to beat on his wife or someone else, he will absolutely do this again because he got away with it this time, and I know enough about abuse to know this wasn’t some out of character instance. This man was angry, and he knew exactly what he was doing. To think that he is an officer, who has sworn to serve and protect makes my skin crawl.

So what does she do? This is my point. What can she do? What are her options. She tried the police, they did nothing.  It makes me sick to my stomach to think about all of the cases that mirror this one. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of all the times I could have had someone arrested and didn’t.

Abuse may be a cycle, but we need to add to it the accountability of outside influences, and then we need to change that.

If you or someone you know is being abused, please get help. The National Domestic Violence Hotline can help you anonymously.

Peace Y’all,



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anonymous Feb 19, 2012 10:44am

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anonymous Sep 17, 2011 6:14pm

Sharing your story of being abused is brave and in the context of how it felt for you to watch someone else receive abuse is powerful. Speaking up on behalf of justice is courageous. Abusers abuse because they insist that their victims feel powerless, and watching your friend being abused might have brought up feelings of powerlessness in you. Yet know that your power is firmly secured in your ability to interpret your feelings and your talent is revealed in the way you share them so honestly. And I love that you shared the contact information for the National Domestic Violence Hotline.

    anonymous Sep 18, 2011 8:47am

    Thanks Diane! It helps to talk about it, for me anyway.

anonymous Sep 15, 2011 8:55am

Thanks for taking the time to write this article..I am still in shock! Their behavior was unacceptable! I found this "Oath"on:

global leadership in policing

"On my honor,
I will never betray my badge1,
my integrity, my character,
or the public trust.
I will always have
the courage to hold myself
and others accountable for our actions.
I will always uphold the constitution2
my community3 and the agency I serve".

I guess this "oath" wasn't clear to the "officers" that evening!

anonymous Sep 14, 2011 9:10pm

My sister was hit in the face by an off duty officer, same type of bar situation. She called 911 and the attending officers brushed it off and sent her home. She called the supervisor of that cop the next day and filed a formal complaint. She had to testify in court, she was scared. But that cop was stripped of his badge!! Violence is WRONG, period. Never let it slide! Stand up for justice.

    anonymous Sep 15, 2011 5:36am

    They are in the process of figuing out their next move. I am so sorry to hear about your sister! Thankfully justice was served though! Thanks for sharing!


anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:45pm

“That’s the thing about abuse though, it doesn’t go away. Not that easily anyway. I still have nasty dreams and permanent defense mechanisms. I am mad at the wrong people constantly, and when I saw my friend getting hurt a part of me really exploded. It was definitely one of those times I wished I wasn’t so small”.

… You capture it perfectly. I experience exactly those very things all the time still. Good luck in your healing journey. Thank you so much fir sharing this.

    anonymous Sep 14, 2011 7:30pm

    Thank you so much for reaching out Lisa. I am so grateful that you commented. I hope things get better for you too. I know how hard it can be. Love and Light girl!


anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:26pm

Call a lawyer too so that when the story goes to press you aren't charged with libel.

    anonymous Sep 15, 2011 5:42am

    I didn't use names though, for that reason–and bc I don't know his name…

anonymous Sep 14, 2011 4:18pm

I am a victim of domestic abuse, and I am a man. This piece really hit me hard (sorry) and rings so true. For me, as a big, strong man, nobody could believe my wife was routinely hitting me, beating me, etc. Doctors, cops, friends, all said "What did you do to piss her off?" I wish there wasn't a double-standard, but there is.
I am so sorry for your expeirence, but your writing is wonderful and you really capture the real, raw feelings that come from this. Nice work. Thanks for writing this.

    anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:06pm

    I am so sorry that this is happened to you. I hate that there is a double standard as well. Abuse is abuse. It is so sad that people in authority have the ability to dismiss allegations, and I am sorry to say this but this is one of those instances where, if not taken care of, you will read about the dead husband on the news,which is why it is so important to let people know what is happening. I am so grateful for you to have put yourself out there like this. It isn't often men speak up about this sort of thing. I am glad to have met you through this post and I wish you all the best. Yours,

    anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:07pm

    I'm horrified that when men are physically abused or raped, people often dismiss it or joke about it. I don't think it will always be this way, as long as people keep coming forward and talking about their experiences. Thanks for speaking up

      anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:10pm

      It's disgusting. I hope it isn't like that forever.

anonymous Sep 14, 2011 4:00pm

Why did these people single out your friend to attack? Did they have her confused with someone else, or think she was doing something that she wasn't doing? It seems totally crazy that something like that would happen randomly between strangers, for no reason whatsoever.

    anonymous Sep 14, 2011 4:55pm

    It is totally crazy. I guess when I wasn't there these women sat in seats belonging to my friends husbands (more than one person) but my friend politely asked them to move as the seats were taken. She was promptly called a whore, and then harassed the entire night and then what happened, happened. I am sure that had my friend known what was going to happen she would have just moved, but she is not a confrontational person at all. I would have done the exact same thing she did. I would never think that it would have resulted the way that it did. Thanks for asking, the article was lengthy as it is so I didn't add all the details. Also because no matter the details what happened was unwarranted. Thanks again!

      anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:05pm

      That is so weird! Did the rude woman and the off-duty cop know each other? I wonder what he was thinking!

        anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:09pm

        I assume they knew each other, they were sitting together the entire night. Obviously he wasn't thinking, I just still can't believe what happened you know?

          anonymous Sep 14, 2011 5:25pm

          Yeah very confusing. I'd love to know what the cop was believing about your friend

            anonymous Sep 14, 2011 7:29pm

            He ended up telling her she was drunk, and it would be best if she went home. As if that was a reliable explanation

      anonymous Sep 14, 2011 7:41pm

      Also because no matter the details what happened was unwarranted.

      Exactly! The details aren't important here. The resulting actions are what are shameful.

        anonymous Sep 15, 2011 7:40am

        Exactly. All bets are off when it becomes physical, especially like this.

anonymous Sep 14, 2011 4:58pm

Thanks for all of the sound advice. I never thought to pull out my phone, I was so stunned by what was happening. I thought about contacting the local media. Apparently this guy is also a coach for pop warner football, so they are trying to get his name. They weren't allowed to re enter the bar and no official report was made (which is absurd). Thanks so much for taking the time out to give me such sound advice, I appreciate it so much!

anonymous Sep 15, 2011 5:41am


Why then wasn't this man arrested. It was physically clear that my friend was in an altercation. I have not had much luck with the police in terms of domestic. I called them once and just like in this situation, they left, which is why I never called them again.

I will definitely let her know about all of the advice you've given. Hopefully she is not down and out about the whole thing. I was thinking of pursuing it myself.

Thanks for sharing Kate!!!!!


anonymous Sep 15, 2011 8:45am

Not sure why he wasn't arrested…and obviously, just because the law is a certain way doesn't mean everyone always does his or her job correctly. Just wanted to encourage you (and anyone in a domestic abuse situation) that the law (at least in CT) is on your side & that there are some great police & support staff out there who care…keep pushing until you find one of the good ones;)

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