train story .. abusive boy friend gentle girlfriend

i didn't pay much attention to the couple sitting adjacent to me on the train. our seats faced forward and didn't face each other. beside i had my head buried in a book.

when i first heard the scuffle and looked up i thought the girl had almost dropped her bag and her boyfriend had quickly reached for it. then i saw the look on her face, her body language and saw that she had jumped into survival mode. been there, done that .. know what it looks like.

the boyfriend was grabbing the bag aggressively because she'd said or done something he deemed inappropriate and it instantly made him angry. though both quietly spoken he was having words with her, threatening and telling her off. he made a sign to hit her but didn't. she flinched. he kicked the back of the seat in front of him then stood up. she flinched again. he stood over her for  while having more quiet words while she waited to see what he'd do next.

he left the train for a little while but came back again this time standing over her trying to get his angry point across .. how dare she or what ever he was angry about. she was trying to stay strong and not cower too much but i could see she was afraid of him, afraid of setting him off, afraid of what he would do. i could see she knew what he was capable of and this worried her.

i prodded him in the leg and told him to stop, leave her alone. i stood up behind him asking him to leave her alone, even gently grabbing his arm to get his attention. he turned to me with the kindest face, the kindest look, and told me it's not my business. i asked him to move away, not to hurt her.

another lady was on the other side of him telling him if he didn't leave his girlfriend alone she'd call the police. another man stood and got his phone out in the ready.

during all this the girl friend held his large hand with her dainty hand (she was slim yet tall), rubbing his hand, softly telling him to calm down, all is well. neither raised their voice and neither voice was legible (strangely). their body language and actions said it all.

the boy friend left the train carriage and moments later she followed.

when they got off the train many stops later they were walking together, him hugging her as she walked.

i spent the rest of the night (and days that followed) afraid for her, hoping he wouldn't hurt her that night and that she'd be safe. worried that she would stay with him and not know her true worth - not know that she deserved better than that. and he deserved to get some anger manage help and learn to treat her like the gift he knew her to be.

bad girl, dirty girl, dirty talk, dirty bitch, freak

if sex is normal why are girls given bad degrading* names?

why not call us amazing, awesome, best, fantastic?

of course like every coin there is a flip side which is chicks who don't mind, *and even like, to be called those names. they wanna be known as a freak in the bed (me too sister). but let's be real, it's not like we're off-setting that side of the coin with the more inspiring side of the coin. like being awesome in bed.

why are we something gross (like slugs) if sex is perfectly normal for girls to do?

we use the word dog in reference to a person who cheats because dogs sleep around and are not sexually loyal.

we see people who are con artists as cockroaches or rats, because they can't be killed and they're a germ fest among society.

if y'all (guys) want girls having sex to be ok you should probably come up with some more flattering names, names that reflect that fact that us having sex with you is a good thing - not dirty, bad, freakish or bitchy.