And that's why I became a "nice girl". I didn't want to be a raging, verbally abusive maniac like my mother. So, I end up married to a man with a bad temper and I tried to control his anger too because I didn't want my kids to experience that. Just recently it occurred to me that part of the reason I'm so happy he is gone is that I was actually kind of afraid of him. Maybe I'm just a wimp but it's kind of scary when a man breaks a wooden counter top and calls you a c*nt. Kind of might make you back down from enforcing whatever boundary you were working on at the moment. Well, anyway, I'm sure I did him no favors with my crybaby behavior. Besides, now I'm free to date kindergarten teachers and men who chuckle when they drop air conditioners from second floor windows.


"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver