Break-ups are Hard -- On Everyone

So, last week I saw the end of relationship.

I was on my way home from a walk with Jack and I sensed something was wrong. My neighbor across the street that lives on the top floor of a duplex slammed the door. I then saw this girl put herself in front of him, blocking him from coming down the stairs.

I decided to cross the street to the opposite side but tried to pretend they were just playing a game on who could get down the [sharp, rocky, scary] stairs first.
I knew i was wrong, but i wanted so badly to be right.

He tried to get into his car, she blocked the door. There were shouts and words, i was concentrating too hard on not paying attention, i didn't hear a word. He gets in the car, she tried to force herself between the car and the open door, tears streaming down her face. One final yell, a push and he moves her out of the way and slams the door & tears off down the street.
She storms back to her car, and just sits there.

I send them both a thought for peace and happiness, as they work through whatever it was I witnessed.

I didn't see his car for a few days. I've never seen her car again.

This whole scene really upset me. There was so much emotion and angst on both sides. Of course I've made-up dozens of scenarios that led-up to that final bout... but it isn't my business.

It also put into perspective my own break-up and made me even more thankful that my instincts and manner kicked-in and kept it brief and civil. Of course I imagine that scene again and I get angry or upset or mad.

But now I think of the stairwell incident and am so glad I stayed classy [San Diego].

And now that i write the title of this piece, I find myself wanting to make a joke about vibrators. Thing is, one shouldn't joke about vibrators, they're a godsend.

Okay, bye!