Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Rice Balls


Let’s talk about this ray Rice thing, shall we?

I don’t need to tell you all the ins and outs of this ridiculous situation. It’s domestic violence. And it’s always wrong whether a man is the abuser or a woman. The bottom line is somebody should have been taught, when you’re grown and in a relationship, it is not okay to put your hands aggressively on people without permission. And that is the end of it. No mitigating circumstances. But here is the problem…. Mrs. Rice gave him permission to beat the brakes off of her.

A woman is only a victim the 1st time she gets beat. And I’m using woman as the example but it could switch depending on the relationship. If she didn’t know her man was an abuser and he whips her ass for burning his grits… Right there and then she is a victim. She didn’t know. If she stays with the fool, she becomes a co-conspirator. And then, I don’t care what happens to her.

There are Lifetime movies and after school specials about this. There is no one in America who doesn’t know what domestic violence looks like or what to do when it happens. I get that the police can be callous, but this is what they do every day so it’s regular to them. Also, many women who report abuse just do so in the moment and then drop the charges. That is a lot of paperwork for nothing.

“Serenity! You are so uncaring and mean!”

No, I’m not. I get it more than you realize. I’ve been there. I was in an abusive relationship. I was young too… 17. I didn’t know any better. My parents had a quasi abusive relationship and I thought that was normal. This boy used to slap me around on the regular. I know what it feels like to have the taste slapped out of your mouth. And it’s just like it sounds. I swear I could see taste leaving my lips. And when I threatened to leave, he would either apologize and buy me something or beat me some more. When I would come home with black eyes, if anybody said anything, it would be “What did you do?” It took putting 900+ miles between us and some serious soul searching about what I wanted to happen in my life. It was as simple as I don’t like ass whippings. As long as I was with craze-moe, ass whipping were going to happen. And a really kind new boyfriend who was just what I needed in that moment to let me know that I had options. I could get another man, who was nicer, better looking, with more money, etc. I did not have to put up with that bullshit. Then we had just one more parting fight. That last ass whipping was vicious, and he cried through. He must have known it was a wrap. He beat my ass so bad, I spent xmas break recuperating. The doctor said I shouldn’t go back to school all injured like that. I had my teeth. Everything else would heal.

So for Janea to marry this fool after being knocked out??? She either got brain damage from fist or wall, or she likes getting her ass beat or she signed up for a war that will allow her to get PAID upon divorce. In any scenario I don’t care what happens to the woman. I’m posting this for other women (or men) in this situation…

If your s/o whips your ass because he didn’t like what you said, he will whip your ass because he doesn’t like what your wearing, or how you smell, or because you burnt the eggs, or because you took too long to come back from the store, or if you speak to someone else, or because he doesn’t like to hear you laugh, or because he had a bad day at work or because the sky is blue or because water is wet, etc. It doesn’t matter. Once his fists find comfort on your person it always will be like that. Even if you break up for 5 years. He will see you driving in his town, think you’re looking for him, follow you home, grab you from behind when you stick your key in your lock and try to force you in his car to go only mystery god knows where. Oh wait… that’s my story again.

Don’t be a punk bitch.