The cops breath smells like salami, he is overweight and red faced. He looks down at the woman "you know most women go back to their partners" and I want to slap that smug grin off his face.

She is shaking and trying not to cry, it's cold in the corridor and I hand her my jacket and sigh
"well ossifer this woman is not going to go back, right honey?"
She smiles at me and I wink back at her. The cop looks annoyed
"how old are you?"
I am waiting for her to reply and I realize he is talking to me
"23.. why?"
He shrugs "most people burn out of your field early" I feel my jaw tighten and I realize this man has already upset my client and taken up far too much of my time
"Well, are we done here?" I start to gather my paperwork
He looks at me w/ disgust "I will tell you when we are done" and something in me just breaks, I call him abusive and tell him he has made my client feel like a criminal for being a battered woman. I touch her arm and tel her we are leaving. As I am walking out, i turn, give him the finger and keep walking. Outside the station I apologize for the cops attitude and promise her not everyone is like that and not to let her blame herself. She hugs me w/ tears in her eyes and says "I know, I have met you only days ago and you just defended me like I was your best friend, there are very good people in this country and I know that I will not go back to him. I have options now"
Options are a wonderful thing western women take for granted.