I don't understand what Jay-D is thinking, but, while growing up, had my father ever heard about me hitting my mom, sister, or any woman, for any reason other then to save my own life, I would have had a beaten of my life by my dad!
A long time back, i had come home really tired from work, and my now x-wife had made me a sandwich and chips to eat and I told her I was not hungry. She got mad as hell because I would not eat right then...we argued about it until I just picked up the plate of food, went to the garbage disposal and threw it down the sink, then went and laid down on the couch to fall asleep.
About 1/2 hour later I was awakened by a sharp pain in my chest and I awoke to just barely catch her arm from coming down again on my chest with a pair of haircutting sissors! I got the sissors away from her, and put them in my back pocket and headed out the front door with a white tee shirt with blood seeping all down the front of me. The stab only left a small hole, nothing major, and I was alright, but, I was getting the hell out of there.
I took off across the lawn and she hollered after me that I better take my baby puppy with me or she would "slice it's *** throat". So, I go back in the yard and get my dog and headed out again. She came in her car after me to try and get me to come back home, she was sorry, blah, blah, blah...well, I went to a friends house for that night and came home the next morning, and we eventually worked it out!
About two week later on another Friday, I came home from work, she was there and I handed her $100.00 and told her if she wanted to go shopping for anything, here was the money...and oh, pick me up a couple pair of socks, please...she says, Ok and gets ready to head out shopping.
When I heard her car leave, I watched as she turned the corner, then I got a big trash bag, put in some Levi's, some tee shirts, underwear, sock, toothpast and stuff like that, strapped it on my Harley with bungie cords, and got the hell out of there and I've never been back since...and it's been many, many years ago...and I have never seen her face again.
We got divorced and I told her lawyers she could have whatever the hell she wanted, the house, car, whatever, just give me a paper to sign for my freedom...but, I never laid a hand on her, and I feel good that I never, ever did anything to provoke the outrage she had when she stabbed me...except not eat a damn sandwich!
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