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Don't F*ck with the Crazy...
Mar. 27th, 2012 04:26 pmHere's what happened Sunday night:
Me and the kids were on the bus; sitting a few seats behind the kids was a crazy lady who complained that Bryanna was laughing. (Bryanna has some awesome news, which I'll get to in a moment.) She said that my daughter was being so annoying, so I replied, "I don't care if you think we're annoying, this has nothing to do with you. We're minding our business."
About five minutes later, she chucked hard candy at my head, which actually hurt. I muttered to the kids to just ignore her, that she was immature. I thought that was the end of this. As the bus approached my stop, a friend with her three little kids was getting off the bus as well, and they had candy in their hands and glum expressions on their faces. I told them that it's okay; I knew they didn't throw candy at me.
Then, as I exited the bus, I noticed that Bryanna wasn't next to me, that she was still on the bus and it appeared to me that the woman might try to start something with her. So I leaned in and asked, "Are you okay?" and held my hand out to Bree. Crazy then stepped off the bus and started yelling at me about talking about her and then grabbed me by the hair! I pulled free, losing a few chunks of hair in the process, and I said, "What's your problem?"
I started to put myself between her and my kids so I could hurry them away. Meanwhile, the bitch got hold of me again, and began punching me repeatedly in the face and head. She ripped my glasses off my face (I can't see beyond a foot in front of my face clearly) while I tried to tell my kids to take my wrist key and get their dad. The apartment was around the corner, so they ran. I started screaming at her, "Get your fuckin' hands off me, you crazy bitch!" and tried to defend myself, but kept punching me and slamming my head against the iron railing. I sank down to avoid her trying to throw me over the railing, as it was at least a 15ft drop, and, thwarted, she began kicking me in the ribs. All I could do until help arrived was to take the beating and just try to deflect the worst of it. I don't know if she ran off of her own volition or if someone had to yank her off of me. The last thing I saw was her black hoodie and hotpink pants.
My friend called the cops and people began slowing their cars down to ask what happened. That was when my panic attacks set in; I couldn't stop shaking all over and started to freak out because I'd lost vision in my right eye. Eventually the police and ambulance showed up, just after Bryan did. My friend found my glasses; miraculously, the frames were only bent. By the time I finished giving my statement and got a once-over by the EMTs, my vision began to clear up and they found the bitch.
They asked me to ID her from a distance and as I couldn't see well I said, "Well, [insert her description] but the woman who did this was wearing hotpink pants and a black hoodie." As I was about to wave her away, the other cop said that she'd been picked up after changing her clothing, and recommended that I take another, closer look. When I approached the vehicle, she tried to hide her face from me, and they made her look at me. She swore at me and tried to spit at me but the window was partly up. They asked if I recognized her face, and I said, "Yessir, and I recognize her voice, too." (to her)." Stay classy, and by the way, I wasn't laughing at you anyway."
Long story short is that I spent half the night in the ER getting checked out. Staff was worried that she might have fractured my cheekbone and given me a concussion, so I had a CAT scan and was sent home with a prescription for vicodin, eye ointment, and the standard 24hr watch. I feel and look much better than I thought I would, to be honest. The most noticeable thing is the gash across my eyelid and some scrapes on my cheekbones, possibly from when she ripped my glasses off.
The next morning, the PD called me to inform me that she was currently in jail, and that the judge, after hearing about the horrific nature of my injuries and my medical history of panic attacks and depression, ruled that she serve three months in jail with probation dependent on good behavior. Once she is released, she will be on probation and there is a no-contact restraining order against her to protect my family.
Me and the kids were on the bus; sitting a few seats behind the kids was a crazy lady who complained that Bryanna was laughing. (Bryanna has some awesome news, which I'll get to in a moment.) She said that my daughter was being so annoying, so I replied, "I don't care if you think we're annoying, this has nothing to do with you. We're minding our business."
About five minutes later, she chucked hard candy at my head, which actually hurt. I muttered to the kids to just ignore her, that she was immature. I thought that was the end of this. As the bus approached my stop, a friend with her three little kids was getting off the bus as well, and they had candy in their hands and glum expressions on their faces. I told them that it's okay; I knew they didn't throw candy at me.
Then, as I exited the bus, I noticed that Bryanna wasn't next to me, that she was still on the bus and it appeared to me that the woman might try to start something with her. So I leaned in and asked, "Are you okay?" and held my hand out to Bree. Crazy then stepped off the bus and started yelling at me about talking about her and then grabbed me by the hair! I pulled free, losing a few chunks of hair in the process, and I said, "What's your problem?"
I started to put myself between her and my kids so I could hurry them away. Meanwhile, the bitch got hold of me again, and began punching me repeatedly in the face and head. She ripped my glasses off my face (I can't see beyond a foot in front of my face clearly) while I tried to tell my kids to take my wrist key and get their dad. The apartment was around the corner, so they ran. I started screaming at her, "Get your fuckin' hands off me, you crazy bitch!" and tried to defend myself, but kept punching me and slamming my head against the iron railing. I sank down to avoid her trying to throw me over the railing, as it was at least a 15ft drop, and, thwarted, she began kicking me in the ribs. All I could do until help arrived was to take the beating and just try to deflect the worst of it. I don't know if she ran off of her own volition or if someone had to yank her off of me. The last thing I saw was her black hoodie and hotpink pants.
My friend called the cops and people began slowing their cars down to ask what happened. That was when my panic attacks set in; I couldn't stop shaking all over and started to freak out because I'd lost vision in my right eye. Eventually the police and ambulance showed up, just after Bryan did. My friend found my glasses; miraculously, the frames were only bent. By the time I finished giving my statement and got a once-over by the EMTs, my vision began to clear up and they found the bitch.
They asked me to ID her from a distance and as I couldn't see well I said, "Well, [insert her description] but the woman who did this was wearing hotpink pants and a black hoodie." As I was about to wave her away, the other cop said that she'd been picked up after changing her clothing, and recommended that I take another, closer look. When I approached the vehicle, she tried to hide her face from me, and they made her look at me. She swore at me and tried to spit at me but the window was partly up. They asked if I recognized her face, and I said, "Yessir, and I recognize her voice, too." (to her)." Stay classy, and by the way, I wasn't laughing at you anyway."
Long story short is that I spent half the night in the ER getting checked out. Staff was worried that she might have fractured my cheekbone and given me a concussion, so I had a CAT scan and was sent home with a prescription for vicodin, eye ointment, and the standard 24hr watch. I feel and look much better than I thought I would, to be honest. The most noticeable thing is the gash across my eyelid and some scrapes on my cheekbones, possibly from when she ripped my glasses off.
The next morning, the PD called me to inform me that she was currently in jail, and that the judge, after hearing about the horrific nature of my injuries and my medical history of panic attacks and depression, ruled that she serve three months in jail with probation dependent on good behavior. Once she is released, she will be on probation and there is a no-contact restraining order against her to protect my family.
