This is a first for me
But I am so lost, so disconsolate, so angry, I need to vent. I am not a horrible woman, nor a horrible wife or mom, yet, my husband lives to define the parameters by which I fall short. I have just been scolded for being a "fat, fucking retard." The words, however shocking to the innocent ear, are quite the norm to me. i defend myself by imagining his limp impotent ego growing flaccidly stiff with each horrid incantation against me. Poor man... Is this all that's left of your immasculated existence?
I am not as horrible as his slander would make you think. I have born two perfect daughters (both born naturally and lovingly nursed for months) I am an entrepreneur and have, successfully, started two businesses in our years together. I have, more often, equalled his salary than i have depended upon it. Even now, in my flattery towards him, I hesitate to admit, that I was often the one responsible for our family's debts.
I am nether fat, nor retarded.
So what, if anyone can answer, is my responsibility to stay to hear the next assault? Of course, we all know, trsponsubility is for the 5 year old girl that her mother can bear no more? That her father had shot his last competent arrow?