When I was married it scared me when me and the ex was fighting verbally. She would ALWAYS beg me to hit her.Knowing that she could call the police, tell the elders that I was abusive and I would get pwned. That article brings me back to that time when we argued and I turned my back to her and went to sleep. I kept dreaming of being in a smoky, burning building where I could'nt breath.
When I woke up both of her hands were on the back of my head and pressing me into my thick pillow.
I did'nt realise how strong she really was until that night. I mean, I actually saw yellow stars, green clovers and purple horseshoes while trying to get up from the pillow I actually felt afraid,VERY afraid.
She let me up after I begged, and cried like a bitch for her to stop. And she did...and laughed and said that I was snoring too loud for her.
After that I knew I had to leave...I did'nt know how, but I had to escape.
from then on I slept in the second bedroom....with the door locked.
I read about that guy with the ripped balls, and mr. bobbit and I think to myself, "That could've been me"
And I thank God that it was'nt.
jojochan.