The Cancer
May. 29th, 2003 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Hey there, all...
Lots of things happened yesterday. Can't really go into them all, but one in particular stood out in my head.
Every Wednesday night for the past two months, the same woman drove the taxi that took me home from work. She's a really great girl, even though she's a grandmother who chain-smokes and has more connections than most small-time Mafia dons. When she came to pick me up, she told me that her 13-year-old granddaughter had told police she'd been molested by her friend's father earlier that evening.
I'm just...speechless when it comes to things like that. I really didn't know who I felt worse for, her, or her granddaughter, or the guy who did it. This woman was so angry...she had an aluminum baseball bat next to her seat just in case she found him. The granddaughter had been molested before when she was 18 months old, she said, by one of her father's friends, and I guess she wasn't taking this very well either. And the guy, well...not only were the police looking for him, but every male member of her family was, too.
What happened to this guy to make him do this? What was he thinking? I really can't imagine someone intentionally utterly ruining someone else's life like this, but that's precisely what he did. This girl is probably not going to feel normal about sex ever in her entire life because he had to do this, and I don't know what prompts that. I just wonder why he needed to have that kind of power, or if it was a power-thing at all; maybe it was some kind of weird loneliness, and he felt he would never be able to connect with anyone unless he did that. I feel sorry for all of them, and thinking about it just makes me incredibly sad. Because they're all going to be in pain for a long time.
That just kills me.
Lots of things happened yesterday. Can't really go into them all, but one in particular stood out in my head.
Every Wednesday night for the past two months, the same woman drove the taxi that took me home from work. She's a really great girl, even though she's a grandmother who chain-smokes and has more connections than most small-time Mafia dons. When she came to pick me up, she told me that her 13-year-old granddaughter had told police she'd been molested by her friend's father earlier that evening.
I'm just...speechless when it comes to things like that. I really didn't know who I felt worse for, her, or her granddaughter, or the guy who did it. This woman was so angry...she had an aluminum baseball bat next to her seat just in case she found him. The granddaughter had been molested before when she was 18 months old, she said, by one of her father's friends, and I guess she wasn't taking this very well either. And the guy, well...not only were the police looking for him, but every male member of her family was, too.
What happened to this guy to make him do this? What was he thinking? I really can't imagine someone intentionally utterly ruining someone else's life like this, but that's precisely what he did. This girl is probably not going to feel normal about sex ever in her entire life because he had to do this, and I don't know what prompts that. I just wonder why he needed to have that kind of power, or if it was a power-thing at all; maybe it was some kind of weird loneliness, and he felt he would never be able to connect with anyone unless he did that. I feel sorry for all of them, and thinking about it just makes me incredibly sad. Because they're all going to be in pain for a long time.
That just kills me.
