I came from an abusive home.
My Father: When he was good, he was fantastic, and when he was bad, he was awful. The man is charming and generous. He is also brutal and mean. He was very good looking and athletic. He either wanted complete control over it or have nothing do it with it. His household was not abusive at all. In fact, though not perfect, my grandparents were loving people. Especially my Grandfather.
My Mom: Her home was not abusive either. Though, her Mother was swept away by the JW's when she was five. Her befuddled husband drank to mourn the loss of his wife to the Org. Finally, due to his drinking, my Mom's Dad died when she was 12.
My Father romanced and showered attention and affection on my Mom.
They got married at the KH. My Dad 19 and my Mom, 14. I wouldn't consider 14 a good age to be able to pick a good marriage partner. Though, my grandmother, feeling the burden of children and no husband, allowed her to get married.
It was twenty-two years of a roller coaster ride that finally careened off the tracks and ended in disaster. It took my sister, and I, years to overcome our upbringing. Our brother, unfortunately, was not able to overcome and lives on the edge with drugs and living who knows where.
Why she stayed? Well, he threatened her. He would take the us kids and she would never see us again. He would kill her, etc. He had beaten her up many time, she believed him. She never graduated high school. Never been on her own.How in the world would she support us? And the heady feeling of the good times that she desperately hoped would last. But, finally, one day, she just couldn't take it anymore. And that last night, when she told him to leave, he exploded and some those threats, and her fears, came true. I know, I was there. And even after all of that, when he charged at me and shoved me into the wall and tried to punch me, she threw herself over me to protect me from him.
And it was that night that I vowed that NO MAN or human for that matter, would ever hit, push, shove, me without getting seriously hurt back. And, I told my spouse that if he ever hit me, he had better kill me, because if I can get back up, he has seen his last day. A bit strong, I know, but I needed to make it my point very clear: I am no victim.
But, unlike my Mom, I picked a good one.
And that is how it happened in my house.