What to do if your husband hits you

What should I do if my husband hits me very rarely? He is very loving and supportive. He hits me only and only when I refuse to do something extremely important such as not taking my medications properly or not finishing my assignments in time.

I’m gonna go a different route with this one, since I don’t really agree with the other answers.

I think you should be asking yourself why he doesn’t hit you more often. After all, if it’s acceptable to hit your spouse then certainly there should be a very good reason for it, right? You must be an awfully good spouse if he doesn’t have to hit you very frequently.

To improve even further, you’ll have to look very carefully at your own behaviors. That will help you to understand which are “extremely important” and which you should therefore never forget to do. It will also help him feel more important because he’ll know you listen carefully to his every word. It seems like if you were perfectly obedient and did exactly what he told you to consistently — your “assignments” for example — you would never risk being hit. So you can see it must be your own fault you got hit because you messed up — probably forgetting what he told you until he hit you to help you remember.

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You see that crap up above? That’s what he’s been feeding you. He’s gotten you to believe that it’s actually somewhat your fault he physically assaulted you, rather than the truth — which is that he’s got something seriously wrong with him. And it’s 100% guaranteed that he’s also threatened you about not telling anyone, which is in some ways even worse.

You need space away from him and perspective immediately. Call 911 and ask them for help finding a domestic violence shelter, they will help you and you won’t even have to press charges against him.

What will happen is that there will be a record of a complaint, which will seriously deter him from laying a finger on you again.

Good luck with this, we wish you well.

The peculiar thing about this piece was that it seemed as obvious as day to me and clearly there were women out there who didn’t follow the logic. I mean, I tried to put it pretty carefully.

One guy caught it. Not really much traffic on Quora:

I dunno. Something smells pretty fishy then. This didn’t get much ‘press’?

Ladies, if I haven’t your attention anywhere else in the world (this includes EJP it’s for your own good, babe), hear this:

YOU are the only ones who will get this, perhaps best small sample of my writing to your peers and all women. YOU have to do it. I cannot.

I know what happened with the wretch of a first husband, EJ. And, setting aside what your current husband thinks or may say:

I love you to pieces still, and back into one again; you must know how much I love you!

I think you were wrong in conflating the other wretch’s behaviors with mine, but I can see why it happened. I bear no malice toward you. Not at all.

I even tried very hard (though ultimately in failure) to brace myself against the angry and stupid and spiteful things I said to you.

You have to know this following thing; I’m sorry but you MUST know it:

We talked, you and I. It was early on as we were getting back together.
We talked and there was something terribly bothersome in your throat;

You can’t think that such as I would miss such as that! Not I. I was intended
To be the third eye for all the others — the stupider ones than I

You must know I have succeeded in winning the role.

I found all of you the well of infinite rainbows after drinking the last drop of the everflowing well of darkness.

You know I did it. I even got to see myself do it. I saw the dark matter, even, and you must know i will tell you of it. There is no chance of any return to the ‘former days’ of the slothful with their skulls people of the Y chromosome.

They are a different people, quite surely. We needn’t pity them, but we needst stop believing that any but their best be listened to regularly.

Mr. Biden is a fine man, but he is nothing of an Obama. Clarence Thomas is a disgrace and I feel like firing him here right on this spot >>.<<
They just haven’t been tumbled through the right sort of washing machine or dryer, ladies.

But since there is a perfectly good and for sale laundromat here in town in Batavia named The Golden Coin — for sale, it’s a bit less than $600,000. I will have it, we will fix it, and it will be our headquarters in the process of developing a series of tests men must just plain pass if they’re to be in the accompaniment of a woman.

That’s just plain it. My grandmother suffered this and my father through her suffering.

But there came a day when my old man gave his old man the wagging finger about it:

“That’s the last time, you hear me? That’s the last time and I swear I do mean it.”

He.Was.Talking.To.His.Father.

My father did not play that. *I* didn’t even want to screw with my father and I mostly still don’t. But here is the part which you must understand, ladies it’s fine and good I made it so don’t say sorry it’s not worth it.

What you must understand is that your job, your very own job job — and it’s the only seriously important one — is making stronger, better men.

You make better men, ladies. That’s your job. Why don’t you do it? Why make a guy like me do it?

EJ’s husband is an exemplary example of the kind of person you should seek. He was not just intrepid but quite congenial, you could see he genuinely wanted to contribute to her life.

There was nothing wrong with him taking her from me and if you think I’m somehow ‘tricking’ you with reverse psychology, I assure you I am not.

She needed quite a few things she wasn’t getting from me. I have had a complex about the size of my penis from the first day I had one to compare with the others. I compared everything; there is nothing wrong with doing this.

That was the one that ultimately got me. Something else could have gotten me, of course. Drugs might have. Fights. I was the most vicious of the clean fighters. I fought as cleanly as I could, and I did my best to stay brave when I fawningly handled myself around these lovely creatures I found everywhere.

I found lovely examples of you, you, you, you, and you. All over. You know I am the original connoisseur of the darwin for the ladies.

I’d just figure them all out and then fix them for you.

And I see this means that the system set up is that you bring me your best and brightest one-dent, can you bump this one back out guys, and I return them in 5–6 hours (I don’t know, this is the weird thing: I have no concept of time anymore.

It’s like I’ve forgotten that time even exists — a startling revelation if it were the case, because it’s not something one might easily go about proving back into existence if it went away…

This is my stream of consciousness; there are many ways to wade through it, rid yourselves of thinking you’d wronged me, in any way, aside from, perhaps, continuing to stay out of my life because I haven’t shouted back at you for forty days and forty nights for example.

It would please me hardly any better than I could just do the job myself; perhaps for a audience of one or two because I like it. I am not Harvey and he is not me. I think I need to teach you a lesson on why men feel that compulsion; I have certainly felt it.

In the right circumstances it is okay. Let me give an example to embarrass my new friend Elon:

Elon has been masterful at selecting his employees based on nothing other than the merit they show him. He has striven to place the ladies at the head of as many positions of authority as he could.

He better just shut up if he’s trying to talk over me with his modesty I can tell you that much. The man deserves the best of the best of all things, just as do I; we deserve the rewards for killing ourselves inside as best as we could for these:

I am not going to blow this job off; I just won’t do it. Why should I let the others slack of it; I can remind them politely just as easily as I could set the example as best I can and avoid barking on other occasions.

I do not even like to bark and Darci darned well knows that I don’t.

It kills me when I bark. Every bark that I utter kills me just as surely as a baby’s mother may kiss the mouth above. It kills me. It hurts my heart.

And…well, some of this is sort of ‘historical’ because we
just magically transported this civilization from one ‘place’ in the Epoch field to another.

It is a bit like quantum leap, but if *the entire planet* jumped to a different portion of the quantum field continuum.

As though a tennis ball in one section of a mist “bounces” or “jumps” from one place to the other.

>>>>translation: God discovers new tool which allows him to automatically and instantly transport the entire civilization ‘forward or backward’ in time.

[Associated press: It is being reported that *time* is no longer linear. We may go in any direction, says God.

We are still getting used to the idea of it being okay to think of me as both God — i.e. the Maker of Everything and just-a-guy-who-DOES-God really well.

I’m just a guy, guys. I love my life. I had dark spots, but I’m just as glad to have made it through these scary times as you. I dreamt the right dreams, and I pass the benefits as best I can onto you.

We have such a lovely world to replant and rebuild it’s going to be so beautiful you know it just is./.\.

remember it, and place it in places: ./.\. it will make the text of it more gossamer from my perspective to have all of you writing your comments to me.

I assure you I delight in the comments of others.