Comments on: Who’s Afraid Of Dating The Big Bad Wolf??

By: GTChristie

GTChristie — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 12:16:46 +0000

I agree. Back in the day, we used to say “Don’t trust anyone over 30.” Now it’s more like “Don’t trust anyone.” That’s sad. What angers me is that in events like this, it’s the good who die young. And we have not figured out how to filter out the perps who we “know” someday will do something heinous, so all we can do is close our shells and try to protect ourselves. Wah.

By: KimchiandCollardGreens

KimchiandCollardGreens — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 02:50:40 +0000

We’re often told that the chance of a random attack is rare (statistically low) – we usually know, on some level, our attackers. To know can mean to have relationship or, to someone who is mentally ill, a glance held a split second too long. It’s all of the intentional or chance encounters that we have throughout our lives that eliminate the randomness and make us more vulnerable. That’s sad, aren’t we really saying that we have to smile less, seem less friendly, less open to human interaction with those we don’t know. It makes our world seem smaller, less phenomenal. *sigh*

By: KimchiandCollardGreens

KimchiandCollardGreens — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 02:41:13 +0000

Wow, I’m sorry to hear about your loss. Your cousin wife died a hero, performing a critically important function for society – treating those who’s mental illness results in violence toward others. This is indeed shocking and tragic.

By: GTChristie

GTChristie — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 13:27:14 +0000

grrrrrrr … I don’t know which of 10,000 things to say first! Why do these guys just “slip through the cracks”? There’s got to be a way.

By: Kurt

Kurt — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 13:49:11 +0000

This is eerily similar to a situation my cousin’s wife just experienced two weeks ago.
She was a therapist and was treating a man with anger issues.
She came home from work to find him hiding in her house. He then emerged and stabbed her to death.
Shocking and tragic to say the least.
I had just seen her and my cousin full of untold joy days before at a party at my parents home.