The argument was heated,
Shortly after he came in and greeted,
I reminded him of how I had been mistreated,
Emphasized the many ways I had been cheated,
I only paused to ask him to be seated,
I didn’t want his feet wobbling in shock from all the truth
darts being meted,
I laid bare all the machismo which had grown over the years
to be very conceited,
Always feeling threatened and trying to compete even though
I was not one to have competed,
Like the prisoner without a crime I was repeatedly verbally
and physically maltreated,
I made it clear in unequivocal terms that the jail term was
served and will never be repeated,
Before my pent up tirade was completed I told him before I
retreated,
That it didn’t matter that all these years during his one
man competitions I had been defeated,
I found my lost feet, recovered my stifled voice and have
been treated,
I was sure there was no shadow or shred of doubt in his mind
that I was serious.
... their badly emotionally bruised children who had witnessed their tumultuous relationship cruise through rough seas to this point watched in disbelief... it was an all too important teachable moment and message to them from Mom that abuse is not okay... not even when it is tolerated... not even when it is a woman abusing a man... knowing her children are clever she told them, "never ever is it okay to abuse anybody whomsoever - there is a better sustainable way through patient empathetic dialogue and strategies!" She later struggled through a tortured and tortuous night agonizing whether it was the right thing to let her children watch that, wondering if there wasn't a better way to teach them the same.
Luxembourg © February 2015
afesehngwaHilary
