Posted by heidi at 11:41 PM
I'm moving. Got me some new digs over at Wordpress... www.pebblechaser.wordpress.com etc, etc.
So, if you want to catch the latest and sort of greatest, meet me over there. Besides, the templates are nicer and all the popular kids are doing it.
And I'm so popular!
Posted by heidi at 9:22 PM
or men who hit women.
Roxi, Dina, I'm sorry. I just needed a place to vent.
The platitudes have been said, the encouraging words have been spoken. The shaking, cold vitriol beneath the surface has risen to the top and I simply must speak.
I knew it the first moment I laid eyes on him. I knew. Don't ask me how. I cried like a baby on their wedding day. I've prayed, with despair, ever since. When I got the "urgent prayer request" email I knew and dammit, I didn't want to know. I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to have been cynical, suspicious and just plain nasty wrong. You have no idea how desperately I wanted to be proven wrong. I would have begged forgiveness in front of the entire family and worn denim jumpers and white sneakers for the rest of my life. I would have given up candy, diet Pepsi and lipstick.
But I was right and am now so angry I can hardly type. I'm shaking.
The little 9mm and the 45 are whispering veiled and not so veiled threats from the cabinet where they hide away. If only... See, I'm a fighter, not a lover. Don't get me wrong. I love. But this victimization, this outrage against someone I love.
My oldest boy came in to my office a few minutes ago. "Momma, what's going on?" "It's not something you need to think about, baby," I replied. "Just know, that when you are a man, if you ever beat a woman, I will personally make sure you go to jail. Even though you are my son." He blinked and said, "Ok, Mom."
There is no justifiable excuse for a muscular 6'5" man to EVER strike his wife and as far as I'm concerned she has every right to walk away from him forever.
This is a standing agreement between my husband and myself. If he hits me, he will never see me or his children again. Ever. Since we are a household committed to fairplay, the reverse is also true. There are boundaries that love simply does not cross.
Wife-beaters are lower than algae and among the most despicable of men. I had little respect for the man 3 months ago. Now I despise him.
Still, she loves him and for that and the hope of redemption I will pray for both.
Even though, at the moment, I am nauseated and violently angry.
This girl, his wife? My niece, my beautiful niece. I was there that day. That day when she was 2, when she came to live with my sister and was terrified of everyone. She'd been in seven fosterhomes in twenty-four months, her mother in jail and G_d only knows what happened to her on the reservation. What an amazing woman she has become. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for this reality and at 19 she is in a place where she's making decisions I wouldn't wish on my enemies.
Now would not be a good time for anyone to cross me. I'm too furious to care.
Posted by heidi at 8:26 PM
Posted by heidi at 1:02 PM
Sometimes, that is just about all the mental acuity I possess. So there!
Posted by heidi at 10:55 AM
OR when pigs fly.
We, our illustrious little family, sell on the conglomerate vampiric machine that is eBay. We are the little guy who is frequently poned by that other parasitic creation, Paypal.
But today! Yes, the glory that is today. Today the little guy won!
Paypal did NOT send over $100 to the bidder with no brain who failed in reading comprehension, basic decency and uncommon good sense. Today, Paypal voted in our favor.
So! Today, apparently, there are snowballs in hell.
Posted by heidi at 11:13 AM