I'm a Complete and Utter Bastard

There's this woman who's in my speech class, and she will not be quiet. It wouldn't bother me so much except that what she says typically has nothing to do with topic at hand other then she wants to share her opinion. And oh, she has an opinion about everything. I just want to throttle the lady.
Then comes the day where your class gives introduction speeches and you find out that the woman has abused by her husband for twenty years and finally was able to break away from him. Then you feel like a complete and utter bastard for having thought murderous thoughts about her. Then you're confused because you still don't like the lady but you feel very sorry for her.

And that was my third day back at school.