tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782548.post116329783725207157..comments2023-04-05T09:23:38.928-05:00Comments on Hillbilly Mansion Two: When she saw what she had done, she gave herself forty-one.Hillbilly Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782548.post-1163375729119133042006-11-12T17:55:00.000-06:002006-11-12T17:55:00.000-06:00Mish,Glad to hear that we think alike. Meek,Thanks...Mish,<BR/>Glad to hear that we think alike. <BR/><BR/>Meek,<BR/>Thanks for the enlightenment. But I still wonder why a woman puts up with it. Here's what I am wondering:<BR/><BR/>Is it because she is afraid she can't make it on her own? Because some women don't work, and even when they do, they most often earn less than men.<BR/><BR/>Is it because she has children and doesn't want to break up the family?<BR/><BR/>Is it because she likes the security of having a man around, and is afraid she can't find another one?<BR/><BR/>Is it due to the way she was raised, and perhaps she will seek out another abuser if she leaves this one? Because we all know some women like the bad boys.<BR/><BR/>You know from experience what your reason was. And that may be why they all stay in that type of situation: hope. <BR/><BR/>But I wonder if a man can stay with the hope things will get better because he knows he can leave at any time. Most men can still support themselves if they leave their spouse. <BR/><BR/>Again, I welcome your insight. But I still wonder if women stay out of hope and love, or if economic factors come into play.Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782548.post-1163337860635886842006-11-12T07:24:00.000-06:002006-11-12T07:24:00.000-06:00Just a small comment on question 14.“14. What puzz...Just a small comment on question 14.<BR/><BR/>“14. What puzzles you?<BR/>Why women stay with abusive boyfriends/husbands.”<BR/><BR/>At every opportunity I have to make a salient point.<BR/><BR/>It is not your fault but your statement reflects a number of underlying prejudices, either based on your own experience, or taken from the common misconceptions. <BR/><BR/>I belong to a much maligned and ignored group of people.<BR/><BR/>I am actually an ex-beaten husband.<BR/><BR/>Yes we do exist, it does happen, and it’s not only the little diminutive, archetypal “hen-pecked” husband type that suffers from the problem.<BR/><BR/>My wife was five foot tall almost exactly. Beautiful, amusing, and floored in a most horrible way. She was also trained in Taekwondo, could kick me in the mouth from standing (roundhouse style).<BR/><BR/>I stayed with my wife for thirteen months. Taking all sorts of both mental and physical abuse.<BR/><BR/>The main reason I remained was because I actually believed that things would get better.<BR/><BR/>The good times were particularly good. It was just the bad times that I couldn’t take.<BR/><BR/>After thirteen months (and a number of fairly frightening incidents, including stopping her trying to stab me with a serrated edge knife) I finally hit her back and walked out.<BR/><BR/>The power of hope is an amazing thing, and when hope is all you have, it becomes the only thing you live by, the only reason in going on at all.<BR/><BR/>That is why I believe abused spouses stay with their partners, even to the point of returning to be killed by them eventually.<BR/><BR/>I was lucky. I walked out before anything too drastic occurred.meekon5https://www.blogger.com/profile/17307105171952384266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782548.post-1163314564130926882006-11-12T00:56:00.000-06:002006-11-12T00:56:00.000-06:00I love the lemon answer. Because that is exactly h...I love the lemon answer. Because that is exactly how I would answer. Give me some lemons, I have some limes and vodka and perhaps some old ice in the freezer. I am set.<BR/><BR/>Chin chin!Mishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10820334665086731631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782548.post-1163299876998150862006-11-11T20:51:00.000-06:002006-11-11T20:51:00.000-06:00Cazzie,When I was around 13, and my sister 11-and-...Cazzie,<BR/>When I was around 13, and my sister 11-and-a-half or 12, she had a pair of silver strappy sandals. They must have been for a kid to play dress-up, not real women's shoes. My sister's thick, stubby toes did not look quite as glamourous in her sandals as she believed. To get her spittin' mad, I would open the door to her room, shout "Boy-toes! Boy-toes!" and then run to my room and lean against the door. She was madder than a whole nest of hornets. It took her a couple hours to calm down. This little tactic worked for an entire summer. See what happens when kids live in the country, with no close playmates?Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782548.post-1163298045089796762006-11-11T20:20:00.000-06:002006-11-11T20:20:00.000-06:00LOL at boy toes :)LOL at boy toes :)Cazzie!!!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13856029137337148466noreply@blogger.com