My first husband treated beating the crp out of me like a hobby. I was only 20 when I married and divorced by 24. I was lucky I got out alive. The thing is that it isn’t always about beign together it’s more about being afraid of dying sometimes.Mine fianlly was taken out of the house by the SWAT team after he called the police to tell them he was killing me and then himself.It took a long time to find the exact right time to get out without being afraid of being killed. Leaving while he was in jail was my opportunity.So please don’t think it is always bout wanting to be together, sometimes it more about survival.
She was of the generation that had it drilled into them that you should always try to save the marriage, and before HER father died, her husband had never laid a hand on her. I guess he knew that her daddy would have no problem with plugging him for doing something like that.
She hid the abuse well, though, because even my sister didn't know, until she kicked the husband out. My b-i-l asked my sister what she would do if he ever hit her, and she told him that he'd have to sleep sometime, and when he did, she'd tie his hands and feet to the bed posts, and beat the crap out of him with a sock full of sand. He thought that was hilarious! ;o)