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September 22, 2007

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AKA The Pappy Finn Syndrome: gotta be better than someone. It's why some people adopt dogs.

I could only watch 42 seconds of the video. The husband wearing a cross was a nice touch.

Jeebus. I got nothing about the video or Molly Ivors' post. I just feel very fucking sad.

Got that shit going on right next door to me. She's trying to teach her two daughters that he's wrong, and hanging in there for now.
Bastard.

Descended from apes?
Still apes.

Thers, yes. It is no better, matter of fact, probably worse, due to the decline in income or even being able to find jobs. We seem to be a culture that needs to blame,. needs to be "better than", and that will be both racist and sexist. Women will suffer from the current economic climate, make no mistake. I have experienced this, though yrs ago, and it is ugly. It is depressing and soul-scathing....it should not be perpetrated on anyone, yet it is, over and over and over again. It has made me distrustful of your gender, though I know in my head that not all men act this way. Just difficult to be rational about it.

I have been hit by a man. I am not black and neither is he. He came from a wealthy family. I have a good job and a Master's degree in engineering. I was never abused either verbally or physically at home growing up. I have no excuses. I do not know why I married this man or why I stayed for so long.

He was emotionally abusive to me and both verbally and physically abusive to my oldest son (who was not his). I always thought he was trying to make me so miserable that I would send my son away to save him. I should have.

I told myself again and again that if I did this or that he would change. I was wrong. I did tell him early on that if he ever hit my kid again I would kill him. He apparently took that seriously, because though he continued to belittle my son and me, he kept his hands to himself after that. I had plenty of warning about him. When we were married less than three months he stole my checkbook, bought a "mini 14" and several clips of ammunition and went shooting up his first wife's house. He was charged with attempted murder and convicted of felony assault. I paid for his lawyer, sent him to alcohol treatment and stayed for seven more years.

I had three children with him, I was pregnant with the last when my divorce went through. It has taken all these years for my son to forgive me, and I do not blame him for feeling the way he did.

I spent years getting up and going to work and worrying all day about what the hell was going on at home. I dreaded going home, but I raced home every night to make sure he was never alone in the house with my husband. If I had to work late or go out of town. I always sent him to his friend's house. I lived like this for so long that I began to think it was normal. This was just how things were. I do not know how I got so fucked up. I was raised to stand up for myself, yet I allowed this man to treat me and my little boy like this.

My other three children have never understood why my oldest hates their father so much. They have not seen their father for several years, because he began to abuse them verbally and I told him if he wanted to see them, we could go to court.

I will never marry again. I have not even dated for almost 9 years. I cannot risk making another stupid mistake.

I have been hit by a man. I am not black and neither is he. He came from a wealthy family. I have a good job and a Master's degree in engineering. I was never abused either verbally or physically at home growing up. I have no excuses. I do not know why I married this man or why I stayed for so long.

He was emotionally abusive to me and both verbally and physically abusive to my oldest son (who was not his). I always thought he was trying to make me so miserable that I would send my son away to save him. I should have.

I told myself again and again that if I did this or that he would change. I was wrong. I did tell him early on that if he ever hit my kid again I would kill him. He apparently took that seriously, because though he continued to belittle my son and me, he kept his hands to himself after that. I had plenty of warning about him. When we were married less than three months he stole my checkbook, bought a "mini 14" and several clips of ammunition and went shooting up his first wife's house. He was charged with attempted murder and convicted of felony assault. I paid for his lawyer, sent him to alcohol treatment and stayed for seven more years.

I had three children with him, I was pregnant with the last when my divorce went through. It has taken all these years for my son to forgive me, and I do not blame him for feeling the way he did.

I spent years getting up and going to work and worrying all day about what the hell was going on at home. I dreaded going home, but I raced home every night to make sure he was never alone in the house with my husband. If I had to work late or go out of town. I always sent him to his friend's house. I lived like this for so long that I began to think it was normal. This was just how things were. I do not know how I got so fucked up. I was raised to stand up for myself, yet I allowed this man to treat me and my little boy like this.

My other three children have never understood why my oldest hates their father so much. They have not seen their father for several years, because he began to abuse them verbally and I told him if he wanted to see them, we could go to court.

I will never marry again. I have not even dated for almost 9 years. I cannot risk making another stupid mistake.

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