be all hard and tough in front of them all, then there were times when he really got his arse kicked in…
Sadly…it was during those ‘wake up’ times he’d take his frustrations out on me. I think he felt less of a man when he took a beating from them and had to rebalance the roles by beating me to a pulp instead.
In the meantime, I had to find other ways of hiding my war wounds with long elated blouses or jackets or wearing scarves wrapped around my throat to hide the bruises from his attempts to strangle me when things really got out of hand.
I recall one of the early sessions of his beatings thinking he was just too inebriated to know what he was doing…but I would later discover he knew exactly what he was doing.