I live in a 4 plex, and share a wall with these abusive alcoholics that have 2 little girls. I've stormed into their house several times because it sounds like someone's getting murdered, but the worst was Christmas Eve. They were at it worse than usual, I ran over because of the sounds, and the male agrees to come outside with me. We sit on the stairs and chainsmoke cigarettes. He tells me he has warrants out, and she doesn't want him at home, so he'll just call the cops and go spend the night in jail. I think that sounds good, so I give him my phone to call in. It was so quite I could hear the 911 operator on the other end. He tells her what's up, tells her he's got warrants out. She tells him they're a little busy so they're not coming right now. He says he'll wait outside. She says he'll be waiting for 3 days.
He hangs up, I have no fucking idea what to do... So I'm like, maybe I'll go talk to her see what she thinks. I tell her what happened, she says he can stay upstairs, she'll go downstairs. Fine. He goes in, I go back in my house.
40 mins later, more yelling, more smashing. I run back over, and she's got scissors in her hand, holding them like they're a knife, he's screaming at her, and the 2 little girls are in between them crying. This dude is a lot bigger than me, but I dragged him by the neck outside. I'm not sure who was the aggressor, but I'm not going to risk manhandling a lady holding scissors. Then I can 911 and tell them to come. The 911 operator has all kinds of questions. I literally begged her to send cops and she refused at first. Then she's asking who has the scissors, where are they etc. So I'm like "this situation is so far out of my control that I need you to send law enforcement immediately" she says "I understand, but I need to find out if my officers will be going into a dangerous situation." Now I kinda lost it. I said "Your officers are trained for this, I'm not. Your officers have fucking guns, I don't. Please send the police immediately so that it doesn't end up being your fucking fault when someone gets stabbed."
She sent them eventually. 3 cop cars came, and they handled the situation extremely well. I told the cops about the operator and they said they weren't doing anything, which is why 3 cars came. I went back inside, it was 3am. I'm fine with dealing with the situation at hand and handling myself, but inside I'm a bit of a pussy. I cried a lot that night. Slept for an hour, then woke up with my kids and wife and tried to have a nice family Christmas.