Wife beaters and abusers

from Dr.4_Shure - Monday, August 09, 2004
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I was wondering if in The Family there were other stories relating to men who beat up their wives? This is another kind of abuse that seemed prevalent during my childhood. I remember waking up to the arguing, shouting, slaps, crying, and if I perked up my head to ask what was going on, I would be yelled at to “go back to sleep”.

My mom had unfortunately married this guy that was a former marine, after his wife dumped him and took off leaving him with three kids. My mom joined as a single mom with two to feed on top of being a “new national disciple”, and the ages between kids merged perfectly. She didn't want to be alone and he wanted someone to take care of the kids.

He was already a shepherd and after much traveling as a big family, he ended being posted as the Babes shepherd at the babes training center, in the north. Fucking every other babe on any road trip he could schedule became the norm, as well as making obscene sexual comments and gestures, using foul language 24/7; which at the time was unheard of supposedly, but it was flying off his tongue.

He threatened the other men in the home too. I remember vividly one night at the dinner table him threatening one of the men that didn’t agree with his demands that he would pour the whole jug of milk onto his head, (why the hell we were drinking milk at dinner I cannot recollect). Giggles broke out among the kids, but I could see from the look in his eye that he was serious about it.

I got to talk to someone recently about this and he told me all the men and babes were terrified of him. He was an alcoholic that drank up all our funds for the house bills and food. I was the seven year old bringing in the money, (as he couldn’t speak the language so he’d have to take me out with him.) To shut me up he’d treat me to an ice-cream to get rid of his guilt of drinking while out “witnessing”. There was never a lunch and I recall being so thirsty one day walking in the hot sun asking for a bottle of water and the reply came ice-cream or soda, soda so he could also mix it with his whisky.

One day mom baked a cake and asked me to sit down so she could explain something. She proceeded to tell me that there was no money, so would I mind eating this cake for the next 4 days, I sort of felt bad for mom but I said I understood but after four days of the same cake morning, noon, and night, as well as snack. I was relieved to have proper food on the table. The only way a their heated verbal arguments were resolved was with more sex.

Their arguments could be heard so often they were finally asked to leave and live on their own. We rented this posh house but haunted with ghost and full of snakes. Eventually the alcohol and yelling turned to smacks with the palm of his hand across moms face, I knew it wouldn’t stop and it would just keep going on.

When the Vs’s came down to correct the situation, he vehemently denied it all so they believed him. I knew the worst was still yet to come, then one day a fight broke out, I was in another room and they had locked the door but I could hear the screams so I peered through the key hole, witnessing one of those horrific scenes children should never be privy too.

He beat her and beat her and wouldn’t let up. He beat her so badly, mom’s two front teeth went missing, she couldn’t talk for days. We didn’t even have ice in the house so I ran out to get some, I cursed him with every breath in me. We ended having another brother pick us up from another home in the wee hours of the morning to flee, loading just the bare minimum as mom requested.