“I’m going to kill you, the bitch, and then myself!” a man screamed as he approached me.
Prior to this moment, I had been on routine patrol in an area not far from the man’s girlfriend’s house. It took only about a minute or less for me to get there.
Throughout the week leading up to this event, police officers had been called to this woman’s home several times for domestic disputes, and reports of a depressed and suicidal man.
Several recent Soulcast posts have been written about depression, and its effects on the depressed person, as well as their families, friends, and coworkers. These posts have reminded me of some of the more severe cases of depression that I have dealt with, and the tragic results that have followed them. This particular post does not end in tragedy, but is one that came very close, and especially hits home with me.
It is common knowledge that many people are depressed today. Some of them do something about their depression, such as seek professional treatment. Others do nothing about it, and still others think that they can cure or escape their problems by taking illegal drugs or drinking to excess.
Sometimes depressed people have gone on like this for long periods of time. Some people seem to drive themselves insane with it. Others tolerate it for what seems like a short time to us, but then escape through the suicide route.
Occasionally, and especially when they are under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, one of these people will become desperate, and out of their desperation, will make an erratic and senseless decision. This is a decision that cannot be undone.
A case in point is the man and woman above. It was a Friday night when I got the domestic dispute call. The dispatcher advised me that a man was threatening to kill his girlfriend. I knew where the house was and who the participants were because of the previous calls during the week and because of the man’s criminal past.
When I arrived on the scene somewhere between 11:30pm and 12:30am, and pulled up to the house next to the girlfriend’s house, I could hear screaming coming from the house of the girlfriend. I got out of the car and neither the man nor his girlfriend had acknowledged my presence. The fighting between them and the threats continued.
As I approached them, I yelled, “What’s the problem?” to get their attention and temporarily stop the fight. The man charged at me while screaming, “I’m going to kill you, the bitch, and then myself!”
He immediately went for my service weapon in an attempt to disarm me. A violent struggle for the weapon ensued. Using the methods and tactics that my police academy training had taught me seemed fruitless. The man was a lot bigger and stronger than I was. It took every once of strength and concentration that I had, to maintain control of my weapon.
As the struggle continued, the man continued to scream things that were not understandable. A second officer arrived and ran up to us slamming his body into us like a NFL linebacker. Neither of us would release the weapon. The force of the other officer drove us into the side of my car near the front. As the three of us hit the car, the suspect and the second officer’s upper bodies were thrown onto the hood of the vehicle.
My arm was beneath them. They both landed on it and my wrist struck the corner of the car at the point where it changes from the side, to the hood of the car. I felt only moderate pain at the time, and we continued with the struggle. The man was subdued and taken into custody without serious injury to any of us.
However, a short time later, I had intense pain in my wrist, and it was extremely swollen. I went to the hospital. Luckily, it was not broken, but the incident cost me two weeks of lost work.
Surprisingly, a rare thing happened. The woman followed up at the police station and got an emergency restraining order. She went to court, and to my surprise, asked the judge to leave the order in effect. I assumed that the usual would happen, the man’s case would get continued. They would reconcile (only to cause more problems for the police later), and she would drop the restraining order at or before his trial. She DIDN’T drop it! She kept the order and had it extended for a year. WOW!
When speaking to us after court, the woman told us that she had finally had enough. That night, she said, “was the last straw!”
I later found out that another woman from a nearby city had taken a restraining order out on this man. Apparently, he had become someone else’s problem.
As I have said in the past, physical (as well as emotional) abuse does not get better, or go away. It only gets worse unless you rid yourself of the problem as if it were a cancer, because it is!
Female Soulcasters (as well as male), protect yourselves. Do not remain in abusive relationships. It could cost you your lives!



