Don't you hit her.

This is a true story.This is not my story

but perhaps mine to tell.

She is a city girl married to a small town boy.

A small town boy who had too many

insecurities to ever grow into a confident

man and a responsible husband.

Whenever he felt less confident by the sheer

presence of his well educated charming wife ,

he would fly into an uncontrollable rage.He hit her, hard and often,later repent

...even cry.

She would forgive him and carry on.It was now a pattern.

She knew it wasn't right.She knew she should fight.
But she thought continuously of her old and aging

parents who were content that she was a married woman.

She lived .Lonely.Broken .Alone.Conceived.Delivered a child.

When she held her baby in her arms,she felt emotion ..

after a long while ,she felt alive.

Things improved for a while but returned to normal.

Normal meant brutal and violent.Counselling

was out of question.Psychiatric help a dirty phrase.

She was alone in this...all alone.

Once while she attended a call from a colleague ,

the baby began to cry.He picked her up,

the defenseless child and began to shake in

a violent jealous rage,ready to throw her.

Don't you hit her,a scream tore through her mind.

She knew..tomorrow she will walk out...

Divorce.A good word in a bad marriage.Courage