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I was dating a guy (for about 6 months which you'll soon understand why) when we went to a Subway sandwich store to grab something quick for lunch as we had a full day planned.As we were walking in, I suddenly recalled that this store never seemed to have the Italian herb & cheese bread which I preferred. Regrettably, I wondered out loud to my date as we were entering, if they were going to have it this time.We get to the counter and the young man, maybe 17 yrs old, asked us for our order. I started to give mine, when my date spoke over me, asking him if they had the Italian herb and cheese bread. I realized he was just trying to impress me by showing that he remembered what I liked on my Subway, which we had ordered only once before, a few months back. So, I figured I would give him this moment, although I was a lil taken aback by the fact that he had just rudely interrupted me, speaking over me. I had to mentally tell myself that he was unaware of his rude action & his intent was to be gentlemanly, although a sandwich shop counter isn't the same as a fancy restaurant, where the lady tells the gentlemen what she would like & he places the order with the waiter, but I realized what he was going for.The young man replied to his demanding question of if they had that bread in stock with, “What would you like on it?”My date responded, “Do you have the Italian herb and cheese bread?”Again, the young man answered with, “What toppings would you like on it?”For the third time, this guy says, in a very loud, aggressive & condescending tone, “It's yes or no! Do. You. Have. The. Italian. Herb. And. Cheese. Bread?”The counter kid responded in an equally condescending tone, “Yes. What. Do. You. Want. On. It?”My date said, “Finally, you learned how to answer the question! Sheesh!” And went on to place our orders, giving me a sideways look like, 'See how I handled him? Yeah! I'm the man!’All I could do was stand there, stunned! I had never seen anyone treat any type of service employee so rudely! His attempt to impress me, by showing he remembered what I liked on my Subway, made me feel guilty, as if I was somehow complicit in his idiotic treatment of this kid. We were both in our early 40's and this could've been my son.I finished out that date with him, gave him 1 more opportunity, thinking his effort to impress me just backfired & he was just nervous.This time, its a fancy restaurant and when the waiter told us that their menu changed seasonally and the dish I had on my last visit was no longer available, they didn't have the ingredients to even make it, my date said, “So, let me get this straight, are you refusing to order what my lady is requesting? Your refusing to give her what she wants?”Yeah, that was the last date. Some guys just don't get it!

A friend of mine fell asleep on the subway once. When she woke up, she realized that the train was doing a return trip. But, she noticed the two same men seated separately in the car that she saw when she first entered the car. Startled, she stood up to leave at the next stop. As they flashed their badges, they asked her which stop was hers. They were keeping an eye on her. You see, it has been my experience as well that the subway is heavily patrolled by plainclothes cops during those hours.Cleaning crews in Manhattan buildings change to their 2nd shift around 3 am. It is a different world, both on the street and in the subways. It’s mostly ethnic minorities, you know- the invisible people, they are the ones who keep the city going. Bar crowds are few, but they make the most noise and are more of a nuisance. Out in the boroughs, there are people going to factory and warehouse shifts, in addition to late night ravers. Many things get done overnight in preparation for the tourists, shoppers, and commuters coming in during the day. Commissaries stock up and prepare coffee carts; stores update their inventories and prepare shop windows; overnight wire services finish rewrites ready for the morning news, and makeup calls are 3 am for your morning show hosts.Although I live in Brooklyn now, back when I lived on the Upper East Side, I would treat my insomnia by walking from 76th to 42nd street along 2nd Avenue and First Avenue. Plenty of people outside in those hours, but not as many as there are in the daytime, for sure. During the Great Recession, I could see the working, homeless men, still in their business suits, sleeping along the plazas of 1st Avenue. On rare ocasions, I would walk to Times Square and watch the circus there. Uptown is very busy as well, the bus station by the bridge is a hive of activity. Produce and fish markets crowd with people as suburban suppliers show up to stock. Bagel makers bake the day's fresh batch to be ready for the daybreak onslaught. I used to stop at H&H Bagels East to get my fix.Back during the 1970's, when I was in college in Central NJ, we used to take two-day trips to the city, sleeping the wee hours in restaurants in Chinatown. Chinatown never stops, it's always busy. The restaurants didn't mind, as long as we order a full meal and kept a respectable facade for the backroom gambling den. Laundromats were busy during the night.What people may not realize is that a lot of prep work happens overnight to get the show going in NYC during the day. The hard work is done at night. Each night is another setup. The City never sleeps.

I was the daughter in this situation two decades ago so I can give you my personal experience. 1) My brother started out by killing squirrels which my mom let happen (my mom rarely saw this, I told her and she didn’t realise the extent to which it was happening - you will never really know what he is doing unless you have been watching him 24/7). 2) He started being rude and horrible to my mom, not letting her date anyone even though she was divorced for years. 3) He progressively beat me more regularly over the course of a few years, telling my family that I was out of control and that I needed to learn how to respect his authority as an older brother. I would stay out late at night, usually at a girlfriend’s house or in a cinema parking lot, because I was afraid to go home, and then he would tell my family that I don't respect a curfew he set for me and therefore must be doing bad things. You can see through this history how he prepped the situation by first seeing how far he could get away with killing squirrels, then controlling my mom, and lastly tested how well he could convince my family and friends that I deserved the violence. He paved the way for his violence to increase, so was tolerated and even encouraged because others didn't see how bad it was! Tolerating, even just a bit, is not acceptable and will snowball.Why have previous people (no doubt men) commented here that it is the daughter you should send away?!?!?! Why signal to the daughter that she is the one who is wrong. That literal abandonment of your daughter will haunt her for the rest of her life. I was sent to my friend’s house, he waited until I was back, I was sent to my aunt’s house, he waited until I was back. He was set in his ways. I eventually ran away to Boston when I was 16 years old and lived with a boyfriend who treated me terribly until I was rescued by another man who saw my boyfriend physically assault me in a subway station. I lost 20 years of my life to non-stop drug problems. I allowed a man to rape me in university, and even though I was hospitalised for the damage, I never told anyone who it was or what happened out of fear of my family finding out that I was in trouble and thereby giving them the opportunity to turn their back on me again; because I had it in my head that I was the one who did something wrong. I constantly fell fast into relationships with men - if they were just nice to me - which was very unhealthy because they were not right for me at all and prevented me from meeting the right partners. I have been in-and-out of therapy, it has done almost nothing for the flashbacks and I was told they may never go away. The therapists say that I am struggling from a PTSD feeling of “injustice”. I still have never told my family about my mental struggles because I am afraid of them thinking “he was right, she is out of control”. This is how sociopaths work their magic, they charm others and slowly turn everyone against you so you don't have protection. I am not saying your son is one, but the potential to be one may flourish if allowed to run wild.The issue is your son, your son should be the one who is removed from the family until the situation is resolved. Also, I should mention that my brother never changed. He was arrested only 3 times with just a slap on the hands. This is 3 times over years of abuse, despite my numerous calls to the cops, that were made when I ran out of energy fighting off someone twice as big as me. It was only when it got really bad that I received help, cops didn’t make arrests unless blood was apparent, so kicks to the stomach and choking are fair play in their eyes. If you let it slide then everyone will if you cast away the daughter than everyone will. After I went to court to get an order for him to stay 15 feet away from me, my family thought I was a trouble maker because I “gave him” a criminal record while they were all trying to publicly hush the situation. I left my family because it seemed like they all loved him more than me. My family would invite me for holidays and tell me he wasn’t coming, then once visiting I would see that they secretly invited him as well in the hopes we would make up. When no one was looking he would act up, once my grandfather opened the door and my brother was beside him then when my grandfather turned around my brother kicked me so hard in the stomach that I thought he broke a rib. Letting the belt loose even just a little will signal “we don’t really believe those restrictions are necessary”. So now I never go home for the holidays. You can never be certain of what is happening when you’re not looking, and even in your current situation - unless you see it in person. I doubt you can imagine how really bad it is. My brother was legally made to go to therapy. It did nothing, even now when we are forced to be in the same room as when visiting a grandparent in the hospital, he takes stabs at talking down to me in front of people by calling me a bitch and so on. So recently I have drawn larger boundaries and refuse to be in the same room, even publicly, with him or to have any contact whatsoever.The point is, you need to protect the person who needs protecting. That statement cannot be more clear - how can you protect your daughter when she is away at some other house - feeling judged by that household. Whatever you do will have repercussions for the rest of their lives, and the person who is doing the wronging should be dealt with, with minimal impact to the life of the person being wronged.