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Men and women are equal in all aspects. Just as a man would defend himself from being assaulted by another man, a man should likewise defend himself from a woman attacking him. Domestic abuse is not self-defense, however.
It is wrong for a woman to strike a man in anger.
It is wrong for a man to strike a woman in anger.
Man or woman, if you possess an uncontrollable urge to strike your wife, husband, brother, sister, girlfriend, boyfriend, mother, father, etc.--you have anger management issues. You need help. The domestic abuse victim is not the party requiring corrective action. You are. Blah blah she started it. Nope. You are the problem.
lol In 1973, I came home from a really busy, hot day at work and was tired as hell. This was with my first wife who is Spanish, beautiful and I loved her tons. All I wanted to do was lay down on the couch and have a nap.
Well, she insisted that I come to the table and eat what dinner she made for me. I told her that I would eat later, not now...she was pissed telling me to come eat or she will never make food for me again. So, stupid me, I got off the couch, went to the dining room, got the plate of food and dumped it in the trash and told her "Thanks for making this for me"...then I went and layed down on the couch and fell asleep almost right away.
I woke up with a sharp pain in my breastbone where, while I was dozing off, she stabbed me with a pair of scissors right on my breastbone. It only made a small puncture, but it started bleeding like hell and I was wearing a white T-shirt.
I got up and told her, what the hell is wrong with you? So, I got up and went out the front door not knowing where I was going, but I was not staying there! As I was crossing the lawn, she hollered at me, "You better take you ******* dog or I will cut his throat!" (I had a 8 month old St. Bernard puppy). So, I went to the back yard, leashed my dog and off we went walking down the street.
Well, after about 8 or 9 minutes, here she comes in the car after me telling me, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, please, get in the car and come home...please." I told her to leave me alone and I would call her later after she calms down. I eventually walked to a friends house where I stayed the night. I talked to her the next day and went home.
The following day was Saturday and we both were alright with each other. I asked her if she wanted to go shopping and if she did I would give her money and would she please pick me up some underwear? She said she would.
Once she left the house and turned the corner, I grabbed a black trash bag, stuffed it with as many shorts, socks, t-shirts and what ever else I could get into the bag, grabbed my guitar and case, strapped it all to the back of my Harley with bungey cords and that was the last time I ever saw her in person again. We got divorced in the next month or so.
We were married for 4 years, happy years I thought? So, I was wrong to throw her fine cuisine in the trash, but she overreacted by stabbing me in the chest. I could have gotten up and beat the Holy crap out of her, but, two wrongs don't make a right.
Sorry for the long post, but it is a true story.