I never liked him.

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I never liked him. He seemed like a man that was full of himself, that was a bit of a bully. He seemed like the type of man who had hit her, had made her scared of being true to herself. I could see it in her eyes, the fear that she tried to hide from the rest of the world. I wished that I could help her, that I could do something, but I didn't know her that well. I didn't know her true circumstances, and so I did nothing. Time went by and I did nothing. She would come in, quiet as a mouse, eyes downcast, shoulders slumped. She was soft spoken, that is when she spoke at all. He did most of the talking. Oh, he was sly of course, being amiable to the point of annoyance. It seemed like the more aggravated I appeared, the friendlier he was. I wasn't sure whether he did this on purpose, but I suspected that he did. Months went by and I no longer saw them. I knew they must be around, he owned a business that was a staple to the community. I knew that business was still around, and so I could only assume he was as well. Sometimes I wonder about them. I wonder if what I saw was the truth, or only perceived imaginings. I only bring this up today because I saw another man's wife this evening, and I began to wonder the same thing. She seemed happy enough, but I know a bit of the character of this man, and so I can only wonder, is their marriage a safe and happy one?