the downstairs neighbors are fighting. i can't actually hear her at all. just him yelling about how she's a whore and he'd given her another chance but she's still a whore and he wants her out of his house.
i actually just learned the background of my neighbors yesterday. apparently girlface has been cheating on her husband with this guy for years and she just won't stop. her husband has begged her to stop and she just won't. she had a 1950's movie style nervous breakdown last year. bloody handprint on the wall in the stairwell, etc. she spent some time in bellevue and came back.
well, anyway, dude's finally kicking her out. i guess he's tired of taking care of her while she cheats on him and he works and pays for everything and raises their kids.
i wonder when she'll be back.
it reminded me of this apartment i used to live in on 33rd street in austin. there was a building behind me and every saturday morning the couple would fight. and he would be standing on the balcony yelling down to her by her car "you're a fucking whore! i'm never letting you into my heart or home again!"
and she'd cry and say she's sorry and cry more and drive away eventually.
then the next saturday it would happen all over again.
i'm sure most all of us are guilty of the backslide, but there really comes a point when you just have to stop.
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