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[diaryofawifeinchaos]

Being the Problem

Because I don’t make as much money as him, he has concluded that my time outside of work is less valuable than his and I need to make up the difference in physical labor. As someone who works full time, is trying to build a business, and has to play chauffeur while he is unlicensed, I simply don’t have the time or energy to take care of everything else. He goes golfing, talks on the phone with friends and family for hours, and typically spends four hours each evening watching tv. If it’s a weekend, he’ll spend the whole day because “he earned it,” but I somehow didn’t.

Currently, I don’t have a college degree. I intend on starting school next week for a business degree, but until then I have to listen to his patronizing comments. He often feels the need to remind me that he has two Masters degrees in business, including an MBA. Early on, I attempted to use his “expertise” to write a business plan. However, he didn’t listen to me and created a plan for the exact business I don’t want. His plan was service based, whereas my idea was for a product. The last thing I want is to be at the mercy of clients.

He has stated multiple times that “we” will not invest money into my business - as if I have a choice. But, when he was away on a business trip, he nearly dropped a grand on a group of strangers for a dinner. Not even a legitimate investment. I confronted him about this when he got home. The project management program I need costs the same amount of money he boasted about potentially spending.

Last, but not least, this evening I stood up for myself. The evening started going downhill when he stepped on my foot. Instead of apologizing, he said I should be wearing slippers, indicating it was my fault. He then pointed out that there were dirty dishes in the sink from when the dishwasher was running. One evening this week, I didn’t clean up after dinner because I had too much to drink and figured I’d get it in the morning. Wouldn’t you know it, he woke up before me and took care of the easy to clean dishes. I was left with the ones that had food burned onto them. He held this over me as a reason why I had to move the dishes from the sink to the dishwasher. Maybe it’s because I never lived a day in my life with servants, but I thought you were supposed to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher once the clean ones are put away. I hate that he leaves extra work for me to do.

This week, his friends are coming and they need a place to stay. The guest room has served as a storage room for me since we have a small apartment. I have a lot of stuff. Though I’ve been going through it, there’s a lot. The previous incident with the dishes was a reminder of how little he values my time. The guest room is 90% complete. There’s a few odds and ends, but it will otherwise it’s okay. Without looking into the room, he comes into our bedroom and starts going on about how his friends are coming tomorrow and how the room is unlivable. This sparked an argument, which has ended with me sleeping in the guest room to prove it’s livable. He made a half-assed attempt to get me to come back to bed. This is the second night in a row we had an argument. Yesterday, it was because he kept pulling on my hand while I was holding my phone. Today, it was about nagging me to complete things I’m already working on. According to him, both incidents are my fault and his actions did not contribute to the arguments and he is taking zero responsibility.

The guest bed used to be my bed. Honestly, I’ve missed the lush pillow top that conforms to all the right places. Not surprisingly, he has a terribly uncomfortable foam mattress.

What I’ve realized from all of this is that I fucking miss being alone.

Keep Shining,

D

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Crimes Against Women: A Global Crisis

Throughout history and across cultures, women have been subjected to unspeakable acts of violence and torture. These atrocities have taken many forms, ranging from physical abuse to psychological torment, and have left lasting scars on countless lives. Despite progress in some areas, crimes against women continue to be a pervasive and persistent problem worldwide.

Historical and Modern-Day Tortures Endured by Women

Historical Tortures:

Witch Hunts: During the 16th and 17th centuries, thousands of women across Europe and America were tortured and executed under the suspicion of witchcraft. These women were often innocent victims of misogyny, scapegoated for societal woes.

Foot Binding: In China, the practice of foot binding, which began in the 10th century, subjected women to severe pain and lifelong disability, all to conform to societal standards of beauty.

Honor Killings: A practice rooted in ancient traditions and still prevalent in parts of the Middle East, South Asia, and Africa, where women are murdered by their own families to preserve "honor" after perceived acts of shame, such as premarital relationships.

Modern-Day Tortures:

Domestic Violence: Globally, 1 in 3 women has experienced physical or sexual violence in their lifetime, often at the hands of an intimate partner. Domestic violence remains one of the most widespread yet underreported crimes against women.

Sexual Violence and Rape: Women and girls around the world continue to be victims of sexual violence, including rape, trafficking, and sexual harassment. The use of rape as a weapon of war in conflict zones is a particularly egregious example of this atrocity.

Female Genital Mutilation (FGM): In parts of Africa, the Middle East, and Asia, FGM is still practiced on millions of girls and women. This brutal procedure, often performed without consent, causes severe physical and psychological harm.

Human Trafficking: Women and girls make up 71% of all human trafficking victims globally, with many forced into sexual exploitation or forced labor under inhumane conditions.

Cyber Abuse: With the rise of technology, women face new forms of abuse, including cyberstalking, revenge porn, and online harassment. This digital abuse can have devastating psychological effects, often leading to isolation and depression.

Events from History and Recent Times

The Rwandan Genocide (1994):

During the Rwandan Genocide, an estimated 250,000 to 500,000 women were raped. Sexual violence was systematically used as a tool of war, leaving a legacy of trauma that persists to this day.

Nirbhaya Case (2012, India):

The brutal gang rape and murder of a young woman in Delhi sparked nationwide protests and led to significant changes in India’s laws regarding sexual violence. The case highlighted the pervasive issue of gender-based violence in India.

The Yazidi Women (2014, Iraq):

The Islamic State (ISIS) abducted thousands of Yazidi women and girls, subjecting them to rape, forced marriages, and sexual slavery. The plight of these women brought international attention to the use of sexual violence as a tactic of terror.

#MeToo Movement (2017-Present):

Originating in the United States and spreading globally, the #MeToo movement has empowered women to speak out against sexual harassment and assault, exposing high-profile abusers and challenging systemic gender inequalities.

Dealing with Trauma

The trauma resulting from such violence can be profound and long-lasting. Healing from this trauma requires a multi-faceted approach:

Seek Professional Help:

Therapy with a licensed counselor or psychologist who specializes in trauma can be invaluable. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) and Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) are effective treatments for PTSD and trauma-related disorders.

Join Support Groups:

Connecting with others who have experienced similar trauma can provide comfort and solidarity. Support groups offer a space to share experiences, receive encouragement, and learn coping strategies.

Practice Self-Care:

Engaging in self-care activities such as mindfulness, meditation, exercise, and creative expression can help manage stress and improve mental well-being.

Report and Seek Justice:

Whenever possible, report the crime to authorities. It’s crucial to hold perpetrators accountable and to seek justice, not only for oneself but for others who may be at risk.

Education and Advocacy:

Educating oneself and others about the issues of violence against women is essential. Advocacy for legal reforms, better protection, and more robust support systems can lead to lasting change.

Helplines and Support Resources

Here are some helplines and resources available to women around the world:

United States

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network): 1-800-656-HOPE (4673)

Website: https://www.thehotline.org/

Canada

Canadian Women’s Foundation: 1-866-293-4483

Assaulted Women’s Helpline: 1-866-863-0511

Website: https://canadianwomen.org/

United Kingdom

National Domestic Abuse Helpline: 0808 2000 247

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999

Website: https://www.nationaldahelpline.org.uk/

Australia

1800RESPECT: 1800 737 732

Lifeline Australia: 13 11 14

Website: https://www.1800respect.org.au/

India

National Commission for Women (NCW): 1091 or 011-26944880

Sakhi (One Stop Centers for Women): 181

Website: http://ncw.nic.in/

South Africa

GBV Command Centre: 0800 428 428

Lifeline South Africa: 0861 322 322

Website: http://www.lifeline.org.za/

New Zealand

Women’s Refuge: 0800 733 843

Shine: 0508 744 633

Website: https://womensrefuge.org.nz/

Hotlines by Region

Global Women’s Rights Resources: https://www.equalitynow.org/

International Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault Hotlines: https://www.hotpeachpages.net/

The history of violence against women is a dark chapter that continues to be written in many parts of the world. Yet, with awareness, education, and support, we can work toward a future where women are free from fear and violence. If you or someone you know is experiencing abuse, reach out to the resources available. Remember, you are not alone, and help is just a call or message away.

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[diaryofawifeinchaos]

A Wall of Silence

We haven't really spoken since Tuesday. I don't even know why. His boss is in town, so we went to dinner with him and his coworker. I thought it went well, overall. I didn't bring up anything too personal. My husband tapped my leg under the table once to signal I stop talking about something, but that was it. We drove his boss and coworker back to the hotel, and once they got out, he was silent. With the exception of telling me to do something, he has been since. I tried to break the silence. Multiple times I asked him to tell me why he was upset. Nothing.  We came home and he went to bed without me.  

He's working at the office this week, instead of home as usual. Tuesday morning, I helped him get ready - filled his water bottle, made breakfast, packed snacks. Everything was fine. He wanted to be there around 8am, so I made sure I was sure to be ready to drop him off. He got a DUI before our wedding a few months ago, and I've been his chauffeur while he doesn't have a license. We texted a few times through the day. I was excited because I got accepted into a freelance writing program and told him about it. Not surprisingly, he found ways to rain on my parade then criticized me for adding it to my LinkedIn profile. Before I picked him up at the end of the day, I had to stop at his doctor's office to pick up some documents. This made me about 10 minutes late to pick him up. He also got on me for the path I drove him to work in the morning, so I had to show him how complicated the path he chose was to drive home. His car might as well be a boat and it's too big for city streets. I nearly damaged it proving my point.

On the way home he shared with me that one of his boss's referred to my sister as "creepy." For context, my husband invited his employers to our wedding as a way to show off. My sister has a mental disability and felt like she connected with this woman and her husband. From what I was told, they texted back and forth a few weeks before his boss ghosted my sister entirely. My sister had a lot going on, thought she had a new friend to talk to, and shared some intimate details about her life with this woman. I didn't know she had ghosted and he already told me to get my sister to stop talking to his boss four months ago. He's convinced anyone in my family speaking to people he works with will jeopardize his job. Turns out they haven't spoken in six months. This woman got in my husband's head about my sister being bad news and how getting caught up with her would just get him in trouble. This led to an argument where I got the classic "I told you so"... even though this happened before I asked my sister to find other friends.

Once we got through that argument and I was able to convince him that his boss was in the wrong (who holds on to stuff like that for six months?), he informed me we were going out. I changed my clothes and tried to style my hair. I liked what I did with my hair, but he made it clear he didn't. "What do you think of your hair right now," he asked with a shit-eating grin.

"I can't do much with it, but I think it's okay. Why?"

"Okay, sure. If you like it then... let's go?"

"What's wrong with my hair? You should let me know if it looks bad. I don't want to look stupid."

"No, baby. You said you don't like being told what to do, so I am keeping my opinion to myself."

"Dude, just fix whatever it is. Otherwise I'll be thinking about it all night."

He proceeded to comb over my hair in what I can only describe as a "classic Karen do". Then he kept asking about the jacket I was wearing. His implication was that I purchased it without his knowledge. I actually bought it years ago from a company that no longer makes anything other than swimsuits. I had to prove it to him by showing the tag and the company website.

When we were leaving, I asked him to confirm the address we were picking up his boss from more than once. He then decided we should stop and get his boss a gift on the way. There were no gift shops along the way, and the one he wanted was ten minutes in the wrong direction. After we determined there wasn't enough time, I asked why we didn't get something sooner when he knew his boss was coming for weeks. He just said, "Because I'm dumb," and I told him that wasn't an appropriate answer. Once we arrived at the hotel, his boss informs him that we are not at the correct place and gave us the address I had asked for. I have become more bold in my confrontations with him so he can see his own behavior. I pointed out to my husband that if this had been the other way around, him driving and me giving directions, he would have been livid. I was annoyed, but not mad. Even so, he opted to minimize my feelings. As we were driving, he started a bizarre conversation with me. He asked, "What is your greatest life accomplishment to date?" I know he was baiting me to say something along the lines of being married to him, but I was still annoyed, so I gave an honest answer. 

"My greatest accomplishment is failing to kill myself."

He used this as an opportunity to open an entirely inappropriate conversation about my suicidal history, which ended with him calling my trauma "garbage." It was another reminder of how out of touch with mental health wellness he is. 

Once his boss was in the car, the conversation pivoted, and now we're back to the beginning of this story. The next morning, we had a brief conversation. He was annoyed I didn't repeat what I did the morning before. "What? No breakfast?"

"You didn't ask. Besides, I thought we were leaving an hour ago."

"Didn't you hear them talking at the table? I don't need to be in until 9."

"Sure, I heard them say they were going at 9, but you didn't confirm that you were going at 9. Last we discussed, you said, 'same time tomorrow.'"

From there, he grabbed a granola bar, and I drove him to work in silence. The only other time he spoke to me was when he text me to let me know he got a ride home from his coworker, and decided to order food. I had an evening workshop anyway. For the rest of the evening he was on the phone with a friend, whom he had me talk to, and then watched tv in our bedroom while I tried to sleep. I have been working to get up earlier in the morning, but he does things to try and sabotage my routine.

Today is day three of stonewalling. The only words he spoke were to confirm I was taking him to work this morning. I specifically didn't play music in hopes it would prompt him to say something. I have plans with my mother this evening. I'm sure he will either be in bed or drunk by the time I get home. This round is sitting in second place as far as time unspoken goes. First place is still the time he told me my time is not as valuable as his, which is why I should take care of all the chores in addition to my forty hour work week. That's a story for another day.

Keep shining,

D 

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Domestic Violence Awareness.

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Aight, I know that I've been away for awhile but now I'm back and I have ideas babes!

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Warnings:

Depression

Anxiety

Past panic attacks

Mentions of past domestic violence

Abusive childhood

Post traumatic events unconscious coping mechanisms

Unconscious flinching out of instinct

Sudden panic when hearing fighting between a man and a woman screaming very near

Loss of breath

Domestic violence

Blood

Panic attack

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Dazai Osamu

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Dazai and (Y/N) have been in a relationship for two years now. They're so in love with each other that everyone at the ADA are questioning the fact as to why they weren't married yet.

Dazai really loves (Y/N) and she loves him just as much back. They both really love each other and they both understand each other the most too.

But there were still some things that Dazai didn't know.

The main reason why (Y/N) and Dazai weren't married yet was because Dazai wanted to get her parents' blessings first. He was so excited to get their blessings, to meet the people who brought his perfectly imperfect lover into this cruel, tainted world.

He was eternally grateful to them for bringing her into this world, although the cruel world had tainted her and made her the broken person she is now, he still loves her for her. She's the only reason he has to live now. And he loves her for that.

Whenever Dazai asked (Y/N) about her family, she would tell him stories about when she was a child and how her dad would bring them to the beach every weekend because they lived near to the beach or when they went back to school shopping together.

But that was it. Her dad never really appeared in her other stories much. He would pop in at some point of the tale and then disappear. Her mum, was mostly the one to witness her achievements.

But (Y/N) has never described her parents' proud expressions whenever she achieved something.

At times, when Dazai did pry lightly, she would turn the story somewhere else, mostly to her friends.

He knew that she didn't really have a good primary school life, seeing as she's told him before that she's been bullied at that time. She's described them as the loneliest years of her life and how much she's hated herself those times.

Whenever (Y/N) talked about friends, it would be about her friends from her high school life. Her high school was much more on the better side.

She had been a prefect in her high school years, since her first year to her last year.

The only bad memories she had was when she realized that being in the first class and being the top of the class meant the other students would sabotage her and the two times in her senior years where she had to fight back as self-defense when she tried to break up a fight and they started to hit her too.

Dazai wasn't daft. Of course, he picked up on all the signs she showed that she wasn't really fond of her parents.

At first, he thought that it was just because of a small fight they had. But two years have passed in their relationship and (Y/N) hasn't cracked even the least to tell him why her childhood stories are only until a certain age or why she's never told him how proud her parents were of her.

Dazai was worried. In the end, he decided that maybe her parents just have a slightly tight relationship with each other.

Dazai decided to not ask. He let it slide and slip past them. He never touched the subject of her parents for the half of the second year of their relationship.

As the other half year of their relationship rolled in, Dazai and (Y/N) had saved enough money to buy a cozy little apartment near the ADA and move out of the ADA's hostel.

The day they were moving in, the couple were greeted by the middle aged woman who lived next door with her husband and 4 year old daughter.

She had been a very sweet auntie that welcome the sweet couple to the apartment complex with open arms and a sweet smile.

More than once had she cooked good food for the duo since they always returned late from work.

"You two kinda remind me of how my husband and I used to be when we were younger and so in love," the auntie would say to the duo all the time.

The little 4 year old would also come by and play around with the loving couple whenever they were on leave.

Auntie would always try persuade her daughter from "disturbing the lovely young couple" as she would always say to her daughter.

"It's alright, auntie! I love kids! (N/N)-chan and I are planning to have a few little munchkins like this when we're married too!" Dazai would assure her, while playing with the little girl.

But there was always something about how (Y/N) would send the auntie knowing looks as though she knew something that he didn't all the time, so he decided to pay more attention too.

When Dazai did start to notice more, he noticed the dark bags under the auntie's eyes and he noticed how tired she always was.

The more he noticed the more concerning she looked to him day by day.

"Auntie, would you like to join us for tea, today? Osamu and I wanted to play with that sweet little angel," (Y/N) invited the auntie.

"WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR???!!!" the booming voice of the male from inside the auntie's house shook (Y/N) to the core and it ignited old memories that she didn't have to remember.

"Auntie, you really should come. Osamu insists! You know how he gets when he doesn't get what he wants! He'll be whining all day long like a little baby!" (Y/N) tried to convince the auntie discreetly.

"I ASKED 'WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR'! ANSWER ME YOU USELESS WOMAN!!!" the man shouted from the bedroom again.

(Y/N) flinched. She was regretting sending Dazai to the store now. They had been running low on groceries and she had sent Dazai to the store, as she would say "please contribute you're lazy arse to do something in this household, my love" and he had carried his lazy arse to the store near the apartment complex.

After Dazai had left was when she started to hear the shouts and yells from the next door auntie's house.

Even as the bad memories plunged her being, she had forced herself to go and at least try to save the auntie before anything bad happened to either her or her daughter.

But even then, if you looked closely at (Y/N) you could see that she was trembling badly and that she could barely stand on her two feet.

"Auntie, come on please!" (Y/N) begged in a mutter exclamation.

"I'm sorry," the auntie murmured before closing the door on her with an apologetic smile.

"Auntie, no!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was when she heard the terrible screams and the yell. The cries of the little 4 year old teared her soul apart into the smallest of pieces.

"NO, NO, NO!!!!" (Y/N) yelled as her mind turned blank and the memories flooded her brain.

Her mind turned so blank that she forgot that she was slamming her fists onto the door and that she had an ability.

The memories of how her father would come home drunk and lay on the sofa. Of how her mother had found out that he was having an affair. Of how, he would beat the living daylights out of her mother.

(Y/N) never told Dazai any of that. She felt ashamed to tell him that her childhood was the most terrible thing to ever happen to her.

A blood curdling screamed pierced the air along with a loud cry and that was enough for (Y/N) to snap out of her traumas and remember that there were lives on the stake right now.

She finally regained her senses fully and remembered that she has an ability.

Using her elemental abilities, she bent the wooden front door so much that it broke it half and broke off of it's hinges. The lower half flew to the side of the corridor almost hitting her while the other half flew into the house and hit the middle aged aggressive man that was about to beat his wife over the head with a glass flower vase.

The auntie stood in shock as the younger woman ran to her and hugged her.

"Auntie! Are you alright?! Are you bleeding anywhere?! Do you have any fatal injuries?!" (Y/N) questioned quickly as she held the shorter's woman's face in her hands and looked her over, making sure that she wasn bleeding anywhere majorly.

"Why you little freak show! You must one of those freak shows that are born with those little abilities! How dare you interfere with someone else's family problems?! Youngsters these days don't know how to respect their elders! Let me teach you then!" the man yelled at (Y/N) as she stood in front of the trembling woman, making sure that the older woman was perfectly hidden behind her.

(Y/N) slipped a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. She clutched the holster of her gun.

"Step away, right now before I seriously hurt you," (Y/N) warned as she held her left hand out to stop him from coming any nearer to them.

The man took off his belt and folded it into two, straightening it out with a snap, which caused both women to flinch as more dark memories flooded into (Y/N)'s mind.

"I said STOP RIGHT THERE!" (Y/N) warned yet again. It was against the law for her to shoot him and she couldn't even use her abilities against him as he was a normal civilian.

She was trying her best to not hurt anyone here and let the civilian authorities handle the ruthless man.

The moment the man raised his arm was the same time (Y/N) slipped her gun out of her back pocket and shot his arm.

The man let out a cry of pain and fell back from the sudden pain. He looked at the younger woman, wide eyed as she held the gun tight and pointed the barrel to his forehead.

"Armed Detective Agency member, (L/N) (Y/N)," (Y/N) announced as she showed him her ADA card.

The man backed away more at that. His eyes wide as he realized that she was a member of the authorities.

"(Y/N)?!" Dazai shouted as he entered only to see the bloodied situation of the man and the two trembling women.

"Where's the child?!" Dazai asked immediately.

"Sh-she's in her room," the auntie answered meekly.

Dazai nodded. He looked down at the man, disgust, venom and a desire to kill clear on his face.

The man even then, still tried to gain Dazai's pity as Dazai was a fellow man too.

"S-sir! All I was trying to do was educate my wife to be more better and obedient! I wasn't trying to do anything other than that! I swear!" the man said.

That only made Dazai even more disgusted as he spat on the man's face in disgust. He stomped his foot harshly on the man's hand that was holding the belt.

"You disgust me you old fool! You're an utter disgrace of a human being! I'm disgusted to see people like you are still alive! Terrorizing women's lives! Making them only feel like obedient dolls that should only do whatever you say!

I'd rather kill you then let you go to jail and then get back out after a few months! People like you shouldn't exist at all in the first place!

Your wife is supposed to be your life partner! Not some maid or toy that would do everything you say! You're supposed to live life and do everything together!

I can't believe you even had a child with her only to state your dominance over her and make her unable to run away from you!

You disgust me!" Dazai yelled at the man as he twisted his foot on the man's hand more and stomped it over and over and over again, intent on breaking it.

(Y/N) shielded the auntie's sight form her lover's rage as he broke the man's hand and rendered it completely shattered under his shoe.

"Osamu..." (Y/N) called out for him.

Dazai raised his head to look at his lover, tears streaming from his eyes from utter pure white hot rage.

"Are you alright? Are the two of you alright? Is that little angel injured?" Dazai's voice turned so soft that (Y/N)'s heart broke at the mere sound of it. He sounded as scared as she was feeling.

Dazai went over to the two women and squeezed them into a light hug, he buried his face into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) hugged his waist, her arm practically limp, but her hand still clutching the gun tight just in case the man tried anything, her ear was placed against his frantically beating heart.

The older woman had wrapped her arm over his back and was hugging him tight, scared out of her life and grateful for the presence of the two youngsters at the moment.

"Osamu... We need to call the police and the ADA, specifically Kunikida-san. We need to explain a hell load to them all," (Y/N) murmured lightly to the shaken man.

Dazai nodded lightly at her statement before pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck and removing himself from the hold of the two women.

"Auntie, do get your little girl and wait outside of the house. (Y/N) and I will call the police and our co-worker to handle the mess here," Dazai informed the older woman.

She merely nodded, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to answer him as she went to the little girl's bedroom to get her out of the house.

Once the child and woman were safely out of the house, Dazai dialed Kunikida while (Y/N) dialed the police station.

Both at had arrived at the house. The man was brought away on a stretcher by the paramedics as (Y/N) was explaining to the police as to why she had used her gun.

Kunikida and Dazai, both standing on either side of her, trying to justify the reason as to why she did so and the police accepted the reasons in the end.

Dazai said his end of the story and then they moved on to ask the wife and the child about their ends of the story.

"(Y/N), you know you shouldn't have used your gun. I'll have to confiscate it for now. You'll only be allowed to use it on missions. I'm sorry but those are the rules that you need to follow after that little act of 'misusage' as the police says," Kunikida sighed as he took the gun lightly from her slightly slackened grasp on it now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was scared and he raised the belt above me, ready to hit at any moment---" her voice cracked and she couldn't continue the sentence anymore.

Kunikida held her hand softly as Dazai brought (Y/N) into a soft side hug, holding her softly and rubbing her shoulders.

"I know and that's why I'm the one that's supposed to be saying sorry for taking away your gun, (Y/N)," Kunikida said.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, the both of you. I'll pull some strings here and there and make sure, (Y/N) gets her gun back, alright? Easy peasy!" Dazai lightened the mood up a little.

"Sigh, thank you, Dazai. For making this easier for all of us," Kunikida said before excusing himself, saying that he needs to fill out a few more forms at the police station and make sure that neither Dazai or (Y/N) get accused for anything that they didn't do.

Dazai proceeded to lead (Y/N) back to their little home as the auntie and her daughter were led to the second ambulance by the new paramedics.

(Y/N) leaned into Dazai as she curled up onto him. He held her close and tight, knowing full well that she was shaken up from the encounter.

"Osamu... Remember how you always asked for the truth about my childhood... What you witnessed today that was happening to that auntie and her daughter? That's the real truth to my childhood.

But no one saved us. And as I grew and my dad lived his other life with his little affair, he would come and go to let off steam on my mother and my mother started to blame me for how miserable our lives were.

That's why I never had a past occupation like everyone else. I had been working with the ADA ever since I was 18 and I ran away from her.

The president helped me. He helped my mother by providing her safety and a new home.

My father is still out there, somewhere with that other woman.

And I... I've never seen my mother since the day I ran away. She must be happier now," (Y/N) said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Dazai hugged her closer and kissed her forehead.

"It's alright, love. You have me and the other ADA members for you as well now. Hell, even the Port Mafia is with you right now after how much you helped them out when we were all having trouble with The Guild and Fyodor. You have all of us here for you.

Most importantly, my love, you have me. I won't let anyone so much as hurt you even a little bit and go off the hook.

I swear," Dazai murmured softly into her ear and she snuggled closer to him, their feets touching and their hands interwined with each other's.

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"Port Mafia strikes again as a man who was arrested yesterday due to commiting domestic violence was murdered by them brutally in his own jail cell much to the surprise of all the police officers present.

Police officers were considering requesting the Armed Detective Agency to further an investigation at first, but has now decided against it as the chief of the police station has deemed it as a waste since the man was a criminal," the news reporter announced on the morning news as (Y/N) sipped her (bitter/sweet/neutral) (coffee/tea) and Dazai adorable chewed his crab sandwich.

"Who did you ask to do it?" (Y/N) asked immediately as soon as Dazai swallowed.

"Chuuya was more than willing after I told him the story. I didn't even have to tell him which police station and cell that scum was in, he ran off and figured it all out himself and finished the job," Dazai answered before continuing to adorably eat his crab sandwich.

"That scum deserved it," (Y/N) agreed as she continue sipping her (coffee/tea).

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Awareness Note:

Stop domestic violence. The pain lingers on even after the relationship has ended. No one should have to be bounded to a spouse that only views them as an object and an inferior instead of a human being and an equal. No one has to go through physical and mental pain with a monster that prefers to take control of everything. No one has to go through such pain.

Marriage isn't pain! Marriage is a bond of two people who love each other!

If it hurts both physically and mentally, then it's not love.

Know the difference.