I am by no means a perfect person and I am aware of my faults, however, there are simply some things that cause my blood to surge and boil. One of these things is men who abuse women. Being a product of an abusive home and see abuse first hand has made this subject something that strikes very close to home. I have always had an interest in how the mind works, but I still struggle in fathoming how some men can think that it is all right to hurl verbal and physical abuse at women in their lives.
It is hard to imagine why someone would stay in such an environment. It is like being such an environment tears the will out of you and instead of putting as much distance as you can between you and the abuser, you stay instead and try to "deal with it" or downplay the effects that it has on you. Seeing women that are stuck like this break my heart and set my mind aflame with anger at the same time. I just want to get through to them and help them escape, but it is like they do not want any outside help or are blind to how horrific their situation is.
My mother was one of these women. For years, she endured endless abuse, clinging to her misguided Christian beliefs while I pleaded with her to get help or file a divorce. In the end, I took some drastic measures into my own hands that caused my father to be arrested, but even then she simply forgave him and believed that he would change. It was not until a near-fatal heart condition took my father, that he was changed. It was like watching a snake that you had feared your entire life be defanged. You could see that it was docile now, but the memories of what had been done still haunted you like ghosts in the back of your mind.
It is because of this that I have no mercy towards the abusers of women. I rarely condone violence, but it is like these men(if these spineless cowards can even be called that) have become subhuman in my books. I would have no qualms with exacting the justice that has been denied them for so long.
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