I thought I'd start a blog - been thinking about it for a couple of months now. I guess what tipped me over the edge was my granddaughter was hit by her boyfriend last night. I'm more sad than angry. I've been angry over abuse for so many years I just can't sustain it any more. I'm glad that she had the sense to run before he could damage her seriously. She was willing to leave all her things, if that was what it took.
I once said that I only know a handful of women who have never been abused by men who supposedly care for them. I haven't backed off that stand.
What is it about women that men feel free to hurt them? It is looked at as a right. She's my wife, I can hit her if I want.
How, throughout the millenia, did women become the easy target?
I read the paper (yes, the actual printed paper) and every day, without fail, there is a story, usually several, of women and children hurt, beaten, raped, tortured, killed. And this is supposed to be a civilized country.
I didn't mean for this first post to be a rant about abuse. I meant to start light. Many of my thoughts are light. I try to keep them that way so I won't despair.
