I’d Rather Be Hit
Yes, you did read that correctly. It says that I would rather be hit. I know•
that took you by
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surprise and you are wondering what sort of a foolish, crazy person has
written this, but please,
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read on.What I am referring to is, I would prefer to be hit than for you to
stand there and berate
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me. Yes, on the surface it sounds so crazy-let’s call the people with the
funny white jackets for
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the author of this! Not so fast, let me explain.
See, bruises hurt and are ugly reminders, but they heal and go away. Those•
mean
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words–they echo in your head forever. Those words, often, are the warning•
sign of the beatings
to come later. Sometimes, they are the words said after the beating and•
apology that explain why
you caused the beating.
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You tell me I’m the most beautiful, strongest woman you have had the
privilege of
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knowing. Then you get mad because someone compliments me on my•
homemade dress at
church. That’s the reason this time. We get home and now I am a whore.•
Bible verse after Bible
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verse is now quoted about stoning me. That you cannot become a Pastor•
now because of my sins.
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Friday after work you come home with a bunch of groceries and a dozen
good time
Charlies. You are up cooking and with a bon fire til the wee hours of the
morning. You drink
more than all of them combined, because you have to prove yourself a
“man.” I’ve already gone
to bed. You leave too many dirty dishes to count even by the sink full. When
the alarm goes off, I
get up to go wash them and fix breakfast. You pull me back down in the
bed, kiss me and “make
love” to me. Then you shove me out of the bed with “Only reason you made
love to me was
because you are too lazy to wash the dishes.”
Why don’t you just be a “man,” shut up and hit me?
The verbal, emotional and Spiritual abuse that men and women dish out to
their boy/girl
friends, spouses, children, parents, grand parents, etc. is so often over
looked. We, as a society,
don’t believe any abuse has occurred unless we see proof-I am here to tell
you–the worst abuse
leaves no visible proof to show you. Yet, I live it every day.
The bruises are gone. Luckily there were never any broken bones. I have
physical scars.
Yet the worse abuse was what spewed from his mouth.
The author of this article wishes to remain
anonymous to protect their children. Enough
harm has already come to them
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