Showing posts with label terrible day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terrible day. Show all posts

Monday, September 9, 2013

Derek Medina Kills Wife & Posts to FaceBook

Derek Medina. Has anyone heard of this psycho lately?

Personally, I think he looks crazy.

 Reader's Digest version: This guy and his wife get into a normal couple's quarrel and it gets heated. She apparently gets fed up with his shit and when he confronts her about leaving, she grabs and knife and he grabs a gun. He is able to disarm her. Let me repeat that.... he disarms her. She "punches" him and he shoots her six to eight times.

Are you joking?

I do not agree with domestic violence whatsoever, but she punched him and he felt it necessary to shoot her. Makes perfect sense.  He is probably one of those psychotic, controlling freaks that thinks, "If I can't have you, no one will" when she attempted to leave him.

What really gets me is he posted a confession and a picture of her dead body on FaceBook.

"Im going to prison or death sentence for killing my wife love you guys miss you guys takecare Facebook people you will see me in the news my wife was punching me and I am not going to stand anymore with the abuse so I did what I did I hope u understand me"

I don't believe she abused him. I don't believe she screwed with his head and beat him up on a constant basis. I think he played this, "I am man. Hear me roar." I also don't believe he was powerless against her and felt his life threatened so much he needed to protect himself by killing her. I think he could have walked away or shut the door to the bathroom giving time for both to calm down. Or just let her leave.

But, just for a moment, let's play Devil's Advocate.

If roles were reversed, would we be screaming crazy person at her? Would we understand why she did it? Would we stand behind her even though she could have walked away? Of course we would. Why, you ask? Because she is a woman and naturally we are weak compared to a man in strength. Look at Mary Winkler. She killed a freaking preacher. And because he supposedly make her prance around like a stripper in their bedroom and he was abusive, she walked away serving 7 months in a Psych Ward. Barbara Sheehan shot her husband 11 times and was acquitted of murder because she claimed abuse.

We stand behind a murderer when abused and when it's a woman. Or so it seems.

I'm sure there has been a few times I have pissed the hubby off so much, he wanted to just strangle me. And I know there have been several times, I wish I could punch him in his face. But, we don't. If any argument ever gets heated, we walk away. We chill out, calm down and talk about it later. Nothing is so serious to hurt anyone.

I think he could have played the whole abuse card if he hadn't posted it all over FaceBook. I know he lost me at that point and pretty sure a lot of others. Also, if he was so abused why wouldn't he just let her leave when she declared she was finished?

All in all, any sort of abuse from anyone should never be tolerated. If you or someone you know is dealing with abuse, you should contact 1-800-799-SAFE. These people will help you get out and help you start over with your life. Abuse is real.

Nonetheless, it's terrible this woman lost her life and this man took it. No matter what the situation, two people lost their lives on that terrible day. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Stupid Salesmen and Their Cars

 Today royally sucked. I woke up this morning puking my brains out. And if you have kids, you know this does not detour them. However, I was laying on the bathroom floor on the verge of absolute death (I was sure I saw the light) and Snoopy (my daughter) brought me a pillow and her favorite blankie. Sweet girl. And of course today had to be the day I receive a phone call from the dealership that the car we've been waiting on has arrived on the lot. I tell the salesman, Robert, that I would be there within the next hour. So I pull myself off the floor and quickly get ready to leave. 

I puke a few more times while getting myself and the kids ready to go. I stop at the bank and withdrawal our down payment. As I head to the dealership, I'm still getting sick. When I finally pull in, I see the car. I jump out and quickly look inside it. Perfect. Everything I want. Captains chairs, third row, clean interior. Awesome. I'm actually feeling just a bit better.  As I'm walking into the office, a lady comes out and drives away in MY new car. 

What. In. The. Actual. Hell? 

The salesman meets me at the door and says, "I'm sorry. She's really interested and has arrived before you." Are you kidding me? YOU called ME and said MY car was ready. I grabbed my wallet and said, "I have my cash right now. Here you go!" His reply, "I'm sorry. You should have arrived sooner." I started to cry like an emotional tit-bag. I was angry and sick. 

I have never heard of this before. I understand they have to sell their cars and they cannot hold a car for a customer, but he should've called me. He should've showed common courtesy even if it was just to say there is a lady here wanting your car. That was a complete waste of time. So, I called the best person I know to handle these situations. The angriest, most intimidating person who HATES a pissed off, really upset wife. Hubby. He called the salesman who avoided his calls and the manager told him I should've arrived in a timely manner and its not THEIR fault they have such a shitty inventory that customers are fighting over cars like sharks and seals during shark week. 

Hey guy! I arrived within the hour, WITH vomit breath and whiney kids. You suck and so does this dealership. I will be finding another dealership and I will let everyone know that wasn't cool and definitely shady. But I guess that's what you get when you deal with a smaller dealership. 

I picked up Hubby shortly after that fiasco from work. He's a truck driver for a major company in town. We grabbed the kids some food, went home and all took a good nap after lunch. We ordered pizza for dinner and all lounged in the living room watching Duck Dynasty. Hubby and Diablo Blanco (my youngest son) went to bed. Snoopy and I watched Breaking Dawn. We're a little Twihard. :) 

I got a phone call from my sister about a new car that will probably work out better in our favor and in the long scheme of things. I hope tomorrow for Sunday Funday, I feel better and can get some things accomplished. Until then....i will pull my big girl panties up and DEAL. 

Have you ever had a terrible experience with a car dealership or salesman?