My interaction with an armed robber prevented a possible tragedy at a crowded shop, but my husband has yet to acknowledge that.
I'm 25, female, never been robbed before. My husband and I were at a small neighborhood shop when a teenage came in with a gun. We were near the entrance so we became the "main hostages". There were over 30 people inside, several children.
This guy was definately not the sort of "pro", collected robber that controls the situation and goes fast. He had no clue and seemed very violent, threatening to shoot all the time and waving the gun. He may have been intoxicated.
I have always been terrified of other people's reaction to robberies and immediately thought someone might yell or try to run and cause the guy to shoot. Somehow, without even realizing, I took over the situation.
I talked to him, went to the cashier to get the money, handed it to the guy. Then someone offered a purse, which I went to get. The whole time I was asking him to be calm and assuring him everyone would give all they had. Everytime I came near to hand him something he yelled and pointed the gun to my stomach and face, asking for more money. As I went around "assisting" I talked to some of the more nervous people saying it would be over soon, and kept trying to convince him that we would all give everything so he could go quickly.
But he just wouldn't be satisfied.
This guy was so clueless and/or nervous he didn't even go gathering credit cards and wallets, he just stood there yelling for more. Then I realized I was wearing big gold earrings, and gave them to him. My husband gave his very expensive watch, and that seemed to finally satisfy the son-of-a-bitch so he yelled for everyone to cram into the back room. I directed everyone to go orderly and closed the door, and the he ran off.
And then I broke down.
I got down to the floor and couldn't get up even as people were leaving the tiny room to call the police and get themselves together. My husband had to pick me up and sit me down at a chair, and I remember the owner of the shop bringing me water. Some children were very scared and I tried to calm them down, but I couldn't get up because I trembled too much. I was completely terrified.
Then some people started coming up to me to thank me. And then more people, and only then did I realize what I had done. I was chocked and, I admit, proud of myself. But of all people, my husband was the one that never said a word to me. I saw he was very nervous and asked him if he was okay, tried to console him but I was still crying a lot. He wanted us to go but I had to wait for the police, and after I got calmer we went home.
I remember a buzz, people pointing and talking about me. I have to say, despite the horrible situation and how terrified I was, it felt great. I was so proud of myself.
It's been three weeks since it happened. We have talked about it a lot, and sometimes I still get nervous and cry a lot. Everytime I get scared he consoles me, he is very supportive in that sense. However, he has never said a word about what I did that thay. He did not mention my reaction, he did not say I did good, he did not say he was proud. My parents did, when they heard. My brother did. But not my husband.
When we tell friends what happened, he always mentions the facts, but never anything about my participation in it. I feel frustrated. I absolutely did not react the way I did during the robbery to prove myself as a hero, I hate heroes. It even took me a while to realize I had played a role at all. But now that I do realize, I want him to acknowledge me.
Am I ego tripping?
Do I have some sort of impromptu-hero "love me admire me" syndrome?
Why is he not proud of me?
Just to clarify, my husband is not a jealous person and would never feel any sort of envy towards me, he is in fact extremely proud of me and my achievements and always tells me so. Just not in this case.
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posted by rtha at 9:27 AM on May 8, 2007 [2 favorites]