Those that know me well know I'm not a Drama Queen...I'm more a "she'll be right" type (although sometimes there is an initial teary attack). Nor do I exaggerate. But I'm troubled today. Perhaps the problem is that I'm hyper-sensitive (that's probably a bi-polar thing). Today I'm still teary, and perhaps I should just stop worrying. But I need to say something, somewhere.
Last night the kittehs and I were in the wee villa pottering about (one of a block of 10 flats/units). As is my practice when at home, I have the windows open for fresh air, and the back door open for cat traffic. The teev was on (Simpsons I think) and I heard yelling. "Oh dear" thought I, maybe some blokes over the fence are having a squabble, "Not good." The yelling continued, but grew to the point of bellowing, nay, screaming, and I decided it was all too noisy and went to shut the back door and retrieve Ninja from the garden. Then I heard the content of the yelling ~ upon listening it was definitely one-sided and contained the name of the small boy upstairs, and among other content "Fuck you" and something along the lines of 'I've had it with you.' This went on for about 10 minutes. I couldn't hear much else (no crying or smacking or anything), and when I went into the bedroom to shut the windows there, I could hear yelling about how 'everyone in these flats thinks i'm an arsehole but fuck them', or something to that effect. I couldn't comprehend what a 4 year old could have done to deserve that treatment, and I didn't have a clue what to do. All I could do was sit on the couch, cuddle Ninja and cry.
I felt a bit better after discussing it last night with Hubert, but I still felt physically sick. To see the kid, he seems healthy and happy enough, (although to me appears a touch autistic) so I'm at a loss. I don't really know what went on, or know the full situation with this man and his kid. All I know is it still upsets me now.