A Comment About

Domestic Violence Fairytales Threaten Constitutional Protections

September 2, 2010 - 12:00 am - by Carey Roberts
Delia
2010-09-02 21:30:59

As a gun-owner and a strong-willed, able bodied woman, I find it insulting that some commenters here suggest that just ‘bringing out a gun’ during a domestic violence incident will ‘solve’ all problems. Really? I should shoot my drunk/drugged out husband in the face? The father of my only child?

Men who use their brute in a violent way towards the women they [normally] love are often on drugs + alcohol (it’s a rarity that men are violent towards women completely ‘sober’). Bringing out gunz-a-blazin’ is a retarded suggestion and could inflame ‘worse’ from a man who is intoxicated and in a ‘violent’ mood already.

As someone who comes from a long line of dysfunction and a family of domestic violence counting back to my mother’s own mother and father up to my own marriage (present day) where my husband (in the span of a 24 year marriage) jacked up on coke and booze tried to strangle me once (and the judge slapped a year restraining order once he had my daughter’s witness account in his hands) and ten years later (when I thought all was good and he’d learned) he got drugged up and drunk again and broke two of my ribs by sitting his fat @ss on me to keep me from leaving our home when he was in a drugged out rage. He’s also shoved me down a short flight of stairs and bruised me up as a result because of it. So, all I can say is, you don’t know it until you have LIVED it.

I personally hope nobody ever has to experience the crap sammich that so many women do suffer at the hands of the person who is supposed to love/honor/obey.

Am I repulsed by women who ‘fake’ domestic violence to get the ‘upper hand’ in a divorce or to destroy their ex? Hell yes. It’s disgusting and repugnant beyond belief and chips away at the legitimacy of REAL domestic abuse for women who truly HAVE experienced it.

I’m still in pain to this day because of my broken ribs that healed the wonky way they did (the doctor told me my broken ribs weren’t pushing into any major organs, so they had to just heal the way they were). Do I hate my husband for it? No. Why? Because I have forgiveness in my heart and he was a good father to our daughter besides some of his ugly crap and he never laid a hand on her (because if he had of, I’d have killed him without compunction).

So, there ya have it.

Life is complicated and you can’t just ‘box’ people up into ‘categories’.

FYI: I’m leaving him this fall/winter for good. I’ve had enough and he needs to clean up his life.