“Is this [insert least favorite male name]?”, I ask.
“Yes”, He responds with the greasy smile of a salesman.“This is Susan from [insert whatever company you think this blogger might work for].”
“Hi Susan what can I do for you”, he replies confidently.
“Well my employee came to work today with bruises.”
He responds with a half affirmative half greasy grossness, “okay”
“I just want to make sure that you know that I know. And I do not want to see this again. Are we clear?”, Maintaining my composure was becoming exhausting.
“Fantastic!”, he exclaims excitedly.
“Bye” I end the call.
Only she can save herself but I will be damned if he thinks he is hiding his abuse. I wonder if she truly still feels that she can change him? Only time will tell with this kind of thing. Why are some women so broken in this respect? I remember just wishing as a child that someone would stick up for me, but she is a grown woman. Should I be interfering with a grown woman’s life? Maybe not. I just could not find it in any fiber of my being to sit idly by after she showed up with obvious bruises from his fingers gripping her upper arm. I could tell that he was that kind of guy from the first time I met him. He’s the kind of guy who thinks his shit doesn’t stink and tried to put you in your place beneath him from the first time he interacts with you. I have wasted enough time thinking about him while typing this blog. Now on with my day and the beautiful day that it is outside!
“When I am asked why a man/woman doesn’t leave abuser I say: They stay because the fear of leaving is greater than the fear of staying. They will leave when the fear of staying is greater than the fear of leaving.” ~ Rebecca J. Burns TheLastStraw
That is the concept that my brain will never be able to wrap around. Be good to yourself people and require others to be good to you.
amen sister!