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)
This wasn’t that long after that since my divorce was final in 1985. It took a long time(1 1/2 years) to get it because we had lived and married in New York state, when I left I returned to Ohio and in the mean time he had dissappared once he figured out I wasn’t coming back and my Dad wanted to kill him.My biggest problem was getting over being raised Catholic and you didn’t divorce besides being too young to be married.Came home got a job ran into an old boyfriend got remaried in 1986 and all is still well. :)