Senior Views on Spanking - Were You Spanked, Did You Spank Your Kids?

[Pinky]

I've documented my seriously abusive childhood here before... no need for me to do it again..

It's upsetting for me, as well as readers, ...some might find it even tedious.. (in that same manner keesha mentioned about sucking it up.. that it was long ago, get over it ..type of attitude, said or unsaid, it's in the air)... but we never get over it.. we can't we're damaged !! no-one repaired us little victims of serious abuse ..they couldn't.

Well said, Hols .. it's important to be able to talk about it, as not everyone had a happy childhood with loving parents. If anyone has a problem with hearing the raw truth, they are doing themselves an injustice keeping their eyes closed.

 

[win231]

In my 20's, I dated a woman for a few months. She had cerebral palsy & walked with canes. We broke it off, she moved out of town & we lost contact for several years. She contacted me after she moved back in town & we started socializing just as friends. She had a 5-year-old son at the time. No marriage; just one of her "boyfriends." After hearing the ugly way she talked to her son, I had several talks with her about her lack of parenting abilities & the damage she was doing to him. I found out she was also damaging him physically (which is usually the case).
She later invited me to her son's 6th birthday party. When I arrived, I noticed she had several serious bruises on her arms & also some cuts that were healing. I asked her what happened. She explained that her son was acting up & he hurt her. (Yeah....her son is bad, but she's a "good" mother).
On further questioning, she admitted to beating him with a belt & he grabbed one of her canes & started to beat her with it. I told her, "You're lucky he stopped; he's a lot nicer than you are."
She said she was raising him the way she was raised & she turned out all right. That's the same stupid remark all abusive parents use to justify it. Yeah....beating your kids with a belt = she turned out all right. And, her sleazy "Anyone, Anytime," also = she turned out all right.

After more discussions & getting nowhere, I phoned Child Protective Services. A representative told me, "If you don't give us any information, these situations usually get worse & the child or the mother can end up dead. How would you feel then?" They investigated & removed him from his mother's custody.

 

[JaniceM]

In my 20's, I dated a woman for a few months. She had cerebral palsy & walked with canes. We broke it off, she moved out of town & we lost contact for several years. She contacted me after she moved back in town & we started socializing just as friends. She had a 5-year-old son at the time. No marriage; just one of her "boyfriends." After hearing the ugly way she talked to her son, I had several talks with her about her lack of parenting abilities & the damage she was doing to him. I found out she was also damaging him physically (which is usually the case).
She later invited me to her son's 6th birthday party. When I arrived, I noticed she had several serious bruises on her arms & also some cuts that were healing. I asked her what happened. She explained that her son was acting up & he hurt her. (Yeah....her son is bad, but she's a "good" mother).
On further questioning, she admitted to beating him with a belt & he grabbed one of her canes & started to beat her with it. I told her, "You're lucky he stopped; he's a lot nicer than you are."
She said she was raising him the way she was raised & she turned out all right. That's the same stupid remark all abusive parents use to justify it. Yeah....beating your kids with a belt = she turned out all right.

After more discussions & getting nowhere, I phoned Child Protective Services. A representative told me, "If you don't give us any information, these situations usually get worse & the child or the mother can end up dead. How would you feel then?" They investigated & removed him from his mother's custody.

Good for you for speaking up! Too many people just close their eyes to child abuse.. or say it's the parent's "right,".. or see nothing wrong with it at all.

 

[Aunt Marg]

In my 20's, I dated a woman for a few months. She had cerebral palsy & walked with canes. We broke it off, she moved out of town & we lost contact for several years. She contacted me after she moved back in town & we started socializing just as friends. She had a 5-year-old son at the time. No marriage; just one of her "boyfriends." After hearing the ugly way she talked to her son, I had several talks with her about her lack of parenting abilities & the damage she was doing to him. I found out she was also damaging him physically (which is usually the case).
She later invited me to her son's 6th birthday party. When I arrived, I noticed she had several serious bruises on her arms & also some cuts that were healing. I asked her what happened. She explained that her son was acting up & he hurt her. (Yeah....her son is bad, but she's a "good" mother).
On further questioning, she admitted to beating him with a belt & he grabbed one of her canes & started to beat her with it. I told her, "You're lucky he stopped; he's a lot nicer than you are."
She said she was raising him the way she was raised & she turned out all right. That's the same stupid remark all abusive parents use to justify it. Yeah....beating your kids with a belt = she turned out all right.

After more discussions & getting nowhere, I phoned Child Protective Services. A representative told me, "If you don't give us any information, these situations usually get worse & the child or the mother can end up dead. How would you feel then?" They investigated & removed him from his mother's custody.

Good on you, Win!

 

[Keesha]

I've learned in my 67 years, that the truth is the best policy; even when it's an ugly truth that involves family. Yes, it may make some people uncomfortable, but others will learn from it.
I hide nothing about my family from anyone & a few people are shocked & don't want to believe, but that's their problem; not mine. I prefer reality. When the truth is covered up, bad things continue to happen.

The thing about the truth when it comes to humanity is that our truth is our perception of reality and that can change depending on our personal mental outlook. No we don’t have to lie about our personal truth but we don’t have to share it either.There is such a thing as discretion. Unfortunately I’m not very good at that.

Re-reading my posts I’ve come to realize that I’ve demonized my parents and nobody deserves that. Like myself, they had mental disorders. Like myself and any other human, they made mistakes. What I’ve done is emphasized and focussed on those mistakes which is far from forgiveness. Something I thought I was good at but obviously I’m not.

None of my family deserve this type of shaming so I’m disappointed in disclosing my personal perception. My parents worked hard, earned good money and enjoyed their life how they how they wanted. They had plenty of friends and were respectful towards others. How they lived their lives is none of my business and while I’ve gone on about all I did for them, they didn’t ask me to. It was something I took on myself and became resentful due to it. There were times when I was needlessly unfair to them due to unresolved anger. The same unresolved anger that is brewing inside me still.

Nobody on earth deserves to be remembered by their mistakes. Even murderers deserve a second chance if they are rehabilitated. My perception is tainted and distorted like theirs was and still is. That’s what mental disorder does and unlike you I can’t imagine not going to my parents funeral. I choke up every time I think of them and while I bitch and complain about them , caring for them was also healing and joyful at times. There’s no doubt whatsoever that my mom tried her very hardest to manage everything even after the stroke. You could recognize that in her eyes. She loves me. The last thing she needed was my judgment and ridicule.

If I could do all this over again, I would have done a lot of things differently but I’m a faulted human just like everyone else in life and made plenty of mistakes. Some of which I’m having a difficult time forgiving. My parents didn’t deserve this . My brother didn’t deserve this. I actually love my parents a lot and wish I could express myself better and be more emotionally mature. I wish I could have treated them better at times but I can’t change them or the past. I can’t take back hurtful things I’ve said. All I can do is try and learn from MY MISTAKES and move forward from there. Holding on to grievances doesn’t help anyone including myself.

 

[peppermint]

I cried for everyone that have been hurt by a family member....
I had a great growing up time in my life...Even though my Dad sometimes sent me up to my room, cause he didn't like me looking
at some Movie that was on TV....Never Ever, Did Dad or my Mom hit me...Maybe they would send me to bed cause I was fresh!!!
My Dad always would come upstairs and tell me why he sent me there....He was a very caring man....
My younger brother was another thing....LOL!! He was a rascal....But my parents would never hit him, even thought he was fresh...
He is a really nice guy now, after growing up and having his kids.....They are all married with their children....

I guess it seems back in the day, it wasn't like it is today....Parents didn't know better, cause they probably were hit by their parents....My Mom told me when I was a teen about her Step Father....He was a mean man...
Mom got out of the house after 18 years old...Met my Dad and got married when they were 20 yrs. old...
Mom did tell me about her Step Father when I got older....She would cry telling me about that man....
I never met him and I never went to my Mom's Mother's home....Mom wouldn't let me see the "Old Man"

I did have an Italian Grandma...My Dad's Mom, She was the best, even though she didn't speak English....
She was always in the kitchen on Sunday making the meal for our cousins and Aunts and Uncles...
I tried to help her sometimes, but she was very stubborn, it had to be perfect to put the food on the table..
I loved that lady....She lived a month after I had my first born...At that time she was in the hospital when
my son was born and she couldn't see the baby....Just pictures....
For some, Their life is not a bowl of cherries.....And I am sad for that.....

 

[Aneeda72]

The thing about the truth when it comes to humanity is that our truth is our perception of reality and that can change depending on our personal mental outlook. No we don’t have to lie about our personal truth but we don’t have to share it either.There is such a thing as discretion. Unfortunately I’m not very good at that.

Re-reading my posts I’ve come to realize that I’ve demonized my parents and nobody deserves that. Like myself, they had mental disorders. Like myself and any other human, they made mistakes. What I’ve done is emphasized and focussed on those mistakes which is far from forgiveness. Something I thought I was good at but obviously I’m not.

None of my family deserve this type of shaming so I’m disappointed in disclosing my personal perception. My parents worked hard, earned good money and enjoyed their life how they how they wanted. They had plenty of friends and were respectful towards others. How they lived their lives is none of my business and while I’ve gone on about all I did for them, they didn’t ask me to. It was something I took on myself and became resentful due to it. There were times when I was needlessly unfair to them due to unresolved anger. The same unresolved anger that is brewing inside me still.

Nobody on earth deserves to be remembered by their mistakes. Even murderers deserve a second chance if they are rehabilitated. My perception is tainted and distorted like theirs was and still is. That’s what mental disorder does and unlike you I can’t imagine not going to my parents funeral. I choke up every time I think of them and while I bitch and complain about them , caring for them was also healing and joyful at times. There’s no doubt whatsoever that my mom tried her very hardest to manage everything even after the stroke. You could recognize that in her eyes. She loves me. The last thing she needed was my judgment and ridicule.

If I could do all this over again, I would have done a lot of things differently but I’m a faulted human just like everyone else in life and made plenty of mistakes. Some of which I’m having a difficult time forgiving. My parents didn’t deserve this . My brother didn’t deserve this. I actually love my parents a lot and wish I could express myself better and be more emotionally mature. I wish I could have treated them better at times but I can’t change them or the past. I can’t take back hurtful things I’ve said. All I can do is try and learn from MY MISTAKES and move forward from there. Holding on to grievances doesn’t help anyone including myself.

As you know, i think, I like you a great deal even though we disagree at lot. I think if we lived closer we could become great friends. Having said that, I am kind to my mother, I treat her well, because of the Ten Commandments and for no other reason.

After the last time I saw her, and she said several hurtful things including saying I deserved to be severely beaten because I “had a smart mouth”. Including saying she tried to put me up for adoption when I was two, etc.

Because, from five to 7 years old I slept outside the house on an unlocked front porch, and because of the many other things she did over those 17 years when she wished she didn’t have a daughter, she really doesn’t.

I will not attend her funeral if she every dies. I might burst out in a happy song if I did. I refused to forgive her, telling her that was God’s job. (In connection with this conversation with her, I was, (68 or so), asked a question by probably her guardian angel.)

I applaud and appreciate your attitude. I have a different one. Once again we agree to disagree.

 

[Keesha]

As you know, i think, I like you a great deal even though we disagree at lot. I think if we lived closer we could become great friends. Having said that, I am kind to my mother, I treat her well, because of the Ten Commandments and for no other reason.

After the last time I saw her, and she said several hurtful things including saying I deserved to be severely beaten because I “had a smart mouth”. Including saying she tried to put me up for adoption when I was two, etc.

Because, from five to 7 years old I slept outside the house on an unlocked front porch, and because of the many other things she did over those 17 years when she wished she didn’t have a daughter, she really doesn’t.

I will not attend her funeral if she every dies. I might burst out in a happy song if I did. I refused to forgive her, telling her that was God’s job. (In connection with this conversation with her, I was, (68 or so), asked a question by probably her guardian angel.)

I applaud and appreciate your attitude. I have a different one. Once again we agree to disagree.

Thanks but I’m not that social. Yeah we might be.

I got the adoption speech too.

It’s probably best if I don’t offer my spiritual beliefs.

I try my best with my parents because they are my parents and because my sense of guilt for not loving and forgiving them turns to self loathing and self hatred. For some reason I cannot hang on to anger and bitterness for long periods of time without internalizing it. It destroys me.

Short term anger and resentment I can do well; with flying colours even but it doesn’t last. I wish it could last. I’ve got this super soft spot for my parents . Perhaps I delude myself because I can’t stand the thought that they really didn’t think that much of me. It hurts too bad. In my mind, I justify their lack of compassion and empathy to not knowing any better. Of course I know they did know better because they managed to treat others with at least some resemblance of respect.

Oddly enough anyone who does know how these people treated me wonder why I keep hanging on. Years ago I was perfectly happy to have a no contact relationship with them but my husband worried that if they died, I’d be haunted forever, plus my brother needed my help.

Most families have grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and relatives and friends from these relatives who they could take cues from whereas I had none so didn’t really know what was normal and what wasn’t while growing up.

With all that’s happened regarding my parents, I probably should hate them . There are periods where I do but that hatred seems to poison me from within and I end up despising myself. I end up telling myself that they just don’t know how to love or be generous or that I wasn’t worthy of their love but while caring for them found evidence that they could be exceptionally generous; just not to me.

Truth is Anneda, there was a period while I cared for my dad that I seriously considered pushing him down the stairs. The arrogance. sense of entitlement and total lack of gratitude for all I’d done was mind boggling but when he started whacking his cane at me because I’d purchased a bottle of scotch for his neighbour for caring for their personal mail for 25 years got me seeing red so I called him a selfish @sshole. It wound have cost them 2,000 a year to have their mail looked after by Canada post but taking advantage of someone else so they could save money was far more important. Apparently he didn’t give me permission to offer such kindness to this neighbour and this was $60 of his hard earned money.

This is the stuff I can tell you about . There’s so much that happened that I can’t express since it’s so inappropriate. Another thing that weighs heavily on my mind is the negativity others show when you withhold love from your own family. It all adds up to the total feeling of ‘not belonging/damaged/ feeling ostracized.’ While everyone else is sharing all their cute, warm and fuzzy memories , you can’t help but feel like either the oddball or trouble maker. The message being ‘ you weren’t good enough to be loved.’

If my brother hadn’t called me to reunite us 3 years ago then I would never have known they were going senile and needed help but since he did, I couldn’t help but help. I’m pretty sure that was the plan all along since my brother still works. He couldn’t do all the work needed and he knew that so he made a verbal deal with me which he later fully denied. My mom was coherent enough to rub it in that my brother was getting everything. She’d even look directly into my eyes while she said it so she could get the total impact of hurt it caused.

Yeah. There’s something wrong with me when I try and love people who consistently abused me throughout my entire life but I don’t know how to deal with the emotions connected to it all. I’ve even considered sueing them for physical.mental and sexual abuse sense there’s no time limitation . There’s medical records and school records as proof , but again, I’d feel like a total scum bag for even considering it. I’m not sure if it would be liberating helpful or become one more huge factor to feel bad about.

Sometimes I wish I could fully hate them but I’d be hating myself too which I’m all too familiar with already. I don’t know how to handle this.

My brother emailed me the other day.
He’s text me. He called me on my birthday. I said nothing. I don’t want to resent my brother for being their favourite and getting everything my parents ever owned including their house , their possessions and all their money , but I do.

I feel torn . I’m not really sure how I feel right now.

 

[Keesha]

And for the record Aneeda, I don’t disagree with you for how you feel about your parents. Why would I? That’s your business and has nothing to do with me.

 

[Aneeda72]

Thanks but I’m not that social. Yeah we might be.

I ‘m not religious so don’t much care about the bible or any other man made theories about God. I already know I’m going to what people refer to as heaven but won’t get into why I know. That’s for a different discussion.

I try my best with my parents because they are my parents and because my sense of guilt for not loving and forgiving them turns to self loathing and self hatred. For some reason I cannot hang on to anger and bitterness for long periods of time without internalizing it. It destroys me.

Short term anger and resentment I can do well; with flying colours even but it doesn’t last. I wish it could last. I’ve got this super soft spot for my parents . Perhaps I delude myself because I can’t stand the thought that they really didn’t think that much of me. It hurts too bad. In my mind, I justify their lack of compassion and empathy to not knowing any better. Of course I know they did know better because they managed to treat others with at least some resemblance of respect.

Oddly enough anyone who does know how these people treated me wonder why I keep having on. Years ago I was perfectly happy to have a no contact relationship with them but my husband worried that if they died, I’d be haunted forever, plus my brother needed my help.

Most families have grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and relatives and friends from these relatives who they could take cues from whereas I had none so didn’t really know what was normal and what wasn’t while growing up.

With all that’s happened regarding my parents, I probably should hate them . There are periods where I do but that hatred seems to poison me from within and I end up despising myself. I end up telling myself that they just don’t know how to love or be generous or that I wasn’t worthy of their love but while caring for them found evidence that they could be exceptionally generous; just not to me.

Truth is Anneda, there was a period while I cared fir my dad that I seriously considered pushing him down the stairs. The arrogance. sense of entitlement and total lack of gratitude for all I’d done was mind boggling but when he started whacking his cane at me because I’d purchased a bottle of scotch for his neighbour for caring for their personal mail for 25 years got me seeing red so I called him a selfish @sshole. It wound have cost them 2,000 a year to have their mail looked after by Canada post but taking advantage of someone rise so they could save money was far more important.
Apparently he didn’t give me permission to offer such kindness to this neighbour and this was $60 of his hard earned money.

This is the stuff I can tell you about . There’s so much that happened that I can’t express since it’s so inappropriate. Another thing that weighs heavily on my mind is the negativity others show when you withhold love from your own family. It all adds up to the total feeling of ‘not belonging/damaged/ feeling ostracized.’ While everyone else is sharing all their cute, warm and fuzzy memories , you can’t help but feel like either the oddball or trouble maker. The cute message being ‘ you weren’t good enough to be loved.’

If my brother hadn’t called me to reunite us 3 years ago then I would never have known they were going senile and needed help but since he did, I couldn’t help but help. I’m pretty sure that was the plan all along since my brother still works. He couldn’t do all the work needed and he knew that so he made a verbal deal with me which he later fully denied. My mom was coherent enough to rub it in that my brother was getting everything. She’d even look directly into my eyes while she said it so she could get the total impact of hurt it caused.

Yeah. There’s something wrong with me when I try and love people who consistently abused me throughout my entire life but I don’t know how to deal with the emotions connected to it all. I’ve even considered sueing them for physical.mental and sexual abuse sense there’s no time limitation . There’s medical records and school records as proof , but again, I’d feel like a total scum bag for even considering it. I’m not sure if it would be liberating helpful or become one more huge factor to feel bad about.

Sometimes I wish I could fully hate them but I’d be hating myself too which I’m all too familiar with already. I don’t know how to handle this.

My brother emailed me the other day.
He’s text me. He called me on my birthday. I said nothing. I don’t want to resent my brother for being their favourite and getting everything my parents ever owned including their house , their possessions and all their money , but I do.

My brother is her favorite, they are welcome to each other, lol. There is nothing wrong with you for caring for your parents. This is common, many foster children refuse to be adopted as they want to be reunited.

My daughter adopted 2 15 year olds. Both girls, once they were 18 returned to their bio moms. Both bio moms stole from them and other things occurred. At 22 years of age, both girls repeatedly turn to their bio moms, are repeated taken advantage of, and repeated rely on my daughter, their adopted mom for help and support.

One of the stupid girls tried to give her baby to her bio mom which landed her in trouble with CPS. CPS told her if she tired that again baby would be taken away and she would be in big trouble. She, and baby, now live with my daughter who is in the process of adopting her granddaughter. Getting baby daddy to sign paperwork is difficult but he will never get this child.

He has two other babies, all by different woman, and avoids child support by not working.

Oh, I get nothing from my mother if she ever dies. Got nothing from my dad when he died. Could not care less. And, though you are not very social, if we lived close together, we would be friends. . I can see you saying when I knock on your door, OMG it’s Aneeda again!

 

[Aneeda72]

And for the record Aneeda, I don’t disagree with you for how you feel about your parents. Why would I? That’s your business and has nothing to do with me.

I mean we disagree on other issues

 

[Keesha]

I mean we disagree on other issues

Oh right. I think that’s the different brain factor.

 

[Keesha]

Oh, I get nothing from my mother if she ever dies. Got nothing from my dad when he died. Could not care less. And, though you are not very social, if we lived close together, we would be friends. . I can see you saying when I knock on your door, OMG it’s Aneeda again!

I never ever cared about their money or what they had either. In fact the obsession about money I found somewhat shallow. I felt sorry that money took such a high priority in their life. They worshipped it. Money meant everything to them. Maybe that’s why I have considered suing them. I’d be taking away the very thing they valued the most.

Trouble is, they wouldn’t even know. It would have no impact whatsoever. The fact that I never got a chance to resolve this issue or ask why they felt this way bothers me so much. It frustrates me to know I’ll never get that answer so I’ll continue to make stuff up in my mind to pacify myself. I can’t seem to accept the fact that they can no longer comprehend anything so will never understand or care how I feel.
Will hating them make me feel better?

I know I wouldn’t have pushed my dad just like I know I wouldn’t have tried to take their money but it’s thoughts like these that go through my head at times which I find disturbing. It’s so unlike me.Basically I’m tormenting myself with all these unresolved issues. We should be getting a computer soon so hopefully I can get some online counselling.

 

[MarciKS]

*cracks knuckles* I just know I'm gonna make someone mad. LOL!

I was spanked as a child. NOT BEATEN! There's a big difference. I was slapped in the face & verbally abused but, never physically. However, you have to keep in mind that I was quite the handful with Tourette Syndrome and back then we didn't know how to cope with it. We had to tolerate it and deal with it. I think slapping a child in the face is the worst thing you can do. And no child should ever grow up being verbally abused by their parents.

However, I am glad....yes I said glad...that my parents spanked me. The belt wasn't necessary because the hand worked just as good. But, if my parents wouldn't have spanked me and put that correction into my bad behavior...I would've been a monster.

I'm sorry but, I've seen what today's discipline looks like and I can guarantee you that's why kids are so mouthy and cause so much trouble today. Sitting a child in a corner for time out or counting doesn't do crap. It sends the message that all they're gonna do is make me sit in the corner for a bit. Big deal.

A spanking gets their attn and puts the fear of God in them so it teaches them to behave properly whether they like it or not.

I am thankful my parents cared enough about me to make me behave.

I do however believe that public punishment is uncalled for. Back when we were kids we got a verbal warning. If that didn't work...we stopped whatever we were doing and went home. Then dad dealt with us. We rarely acted up cause dad scared the crap out of us. He never needed to beat us to do it.

 

[Aneeda72]

*cracks knuckles* I just know I'm gonna make someone mad. LOL!

I was spanked as a child. NOT BEATEN! There's a big difference. I was slapped in the face & verbally abused but, never physically. However, you have to keep in mind that I was quite the handful with Tourette Syndrome and back then we didn't know how to cope with it. We had to tolerate it and deal with it. I think slapping a child in the face is the worst thing you can do. And no child should ever grow up being verbally abused by their parents.

However, I am glad....yes I said glad...that my parents spanked me. The belt wasn't necessary because the hand worked just as good. But, if my parents wouldn't have spanked me and put that correction into my bad behavior...I would've been a monster.

I'm sorry but, I've seen what today's discipline looks like and I can guarantee you that's why kids are so mouthy and cause so much trouble today. Sitting a child in a corner for time out or counting doesn't do crap. It sends the message that all they're gonna do is make me sit in the corner for a bit. Big deal.

A spanking gets their attn and puts the fear of God in them so it teaches them to behave properly whether they like it or not.

I am thankful my parents cared enough about me to make me behave.

I do however believe that public punishment is uncalled for. Back when we were kids we got a verbal warning. If that didn't work...we stopped whatever we were doing and went home. Then dad dealt with us. We rarely acted up cause dad scared the crap out of us. He never needed to beat us to do it.

Yes there is a difference between spanking a child and beating a child. Sometimes there is a place for slapping the face of a teenager, not a child. No way was my son getting away with calling me the C word. Since I had never slapped him, that slap got his attention. He never used the word again, as far as I know.

The thing is adults who were abused as children have to be very very careful about any form of corporal punishment. Just better not to go down that road.

 

[MarciKS]

My dad was abused. He got close to beating me once. I came home drunk and he decided to take my radio away and I said something flippant and he got this - close to beating me. I recall standing there telling him to do it if he thought he would feel better. I was and still am very defiant about taking a beating from any man.

 

[Aneeda72]

My dad was abused. He got close to beating me once. I came home drunk and he decided to take my radio away and I said something flippant and he got this - close to beating me. I recall standing there telling him to do it if he thought he would feel better. I was and still am very defiant about taking a beating from any man.

Well, if you are ever in a knock down drag out fight with a man, with you being the one knocked out and dragged out, you might lose the defiant attitude. I was married before. During one of our fights, where he fought and I ran, I attempted to push a room divider over on him. It missed.

He said, “Do you know you could have killed me”? Well, duh.

 

[MarciKS]

I would never let a man hit me.