An update to this post.
Long ago, in a galaxy far away, I was engaged to be married. Actually I was engaged twice (two different women - I have commitment issues, which is also why I have no tattoos) but this story is about Engagement #2.
One day my betrothed asked me out of the blue, “Are you going to beat me after we get married?” I immediately thought of the old Bugs Bunny - Daffy Duck - Elmer Fudd cartoon, “Are you going to shoot me now or take me home and shoot me?” My answer was witty: “Betrothed, if I was going to beat you I’d be beating you now.” Wrong answer.
But I did find out where she got this crazy idea. My betrothed was studying to be a social worker and one of her classes had the director of a women’s shelter as a guest speaker. This speaker gave the class a profile of the classic wife beater. Poverty, broken home, drunk, abusive father.
Well guys, that’s me! And I was a little hurt, because I had exhibited no evidence that I would do such a thing. I freely admit that I’m still not quite right in some areas but beating on womenfolk isn’t one of them. Ladies, if I’m mad at you I just won’t talk to you. That’s not good, but at least it won’t involve law enforcement and the medical community.
And I am still not quite right. But the Lord healed, and continues to heal..
Why didn’t I marry her? I rarely denied her anything. But on the rare occasion I did she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. All she had to do was humor me now and then and be satisfied with “no”. And she couldn’t do it.
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