My wife and I moved to Kentucky thirteen years ago due to her mother’s age and illness. Mother had the misfortune to live next door to a particularly unpleasant individual and her family. Actually, all three children were, under the circumstances, remarkably good, and the wife was a good person.
The main problem was that he always had a multicolored face. She weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet, while he was a big, fat bully kid weighing about two hundred and twenty pounds.
The mother used to take care of her children from time to time, but she stayed completely out of the affairs of the parents. Is your husband abusive? Then you’ll know what I mean by this true story.
My wife and husband were about twenty years younger than my wife and I, and for a reason I understood but wished I didn’t understand, I used to think of myself as a friend. I avoided it as much as I could. He was arrogant, boastful, and generally unpleasant.
One night our phone line, and it was his wife in a horrible state. Could we come because he was going to kill her? As you can imagine, this was the last thing we wanted and we suggested that he call the police. However, as she pointed out, by the time they arrived, the feat would have been done long ago. I mentioned before that we live in the country here and the lines of communication are very narrow.
Well, we had few alternatives, so we left. When we got there, they were arguing back and forth, and he took an ornament off the wall and threw it at them. In the event, he hits me in the leg! This made me very angry and I told him that if he repeated himself he would eat a kitchen chair. This calmed him down a bit.
We talked to both of them like dutch guys and when we left, everything was peaceful. However, during all of this, it became clear why he hit her so much, in addition to her natural tendency to bully. She was much more intellectually capable than he was. She was the intellectually inferior bully.
We listened as they argued, and for every point he made, she was able, by sweet reason, to turn her own argument into common sense.
A few days later, he caught me outside and told me that he had fixed it well and truly the night before. I couldn’t believe that she was listening to this. She went on to talk about how he had hit her, kicked her out of the house, then dragged her back, hit her again, and kicked her out again. This would be the equivalent of hitting a nine year old girl.
Doing what he had done was disgusting enough. Bragging about it was beyond all understanding.
It ended with her taking the kids one morning and disappearing. But the intellectually inferior bully can only argue one way. lashing out