I hate to talk about; I hate to even think that something like this ever happened.
But I think I have to come out clean and tell you my story.
I lived with a “woman”. We were young she was beautiful, I really loved her, or at least so I thought. We were married very young. It started slowly, I would cut her making up stories, and then it became outright lying. She wouldn’t come home on time, my cigarettes would disappear, I’m not talking about a cigarette or a pack, and I’m talking about a whole carton. I always smoked Camel, even in Soviet Union; I always had 4-5 cartons of smokes, what’s the big deal you might say. Well I tell you Camel in Soviet Union was like Beluga caviar in America.
One time I came from a week long trip and could not find my snickers, finally I did, they were all muddy, very dirty, I asked what happened, she told me She went hiking with some girlfriends and one of the girl borrowed them, and she did not have time to clean them, that of course could be fine if Nike snickers were readily available, but they were as rear as the Camel. That would even be fine if she simply cleaned them and did not hide them in china cabinet behind the dishes.
My suspicious started to grow and I was getting more and more angry.
My next trip we agreed that she’d pick me up from the train station, not that I needed her, not that I couldn’t take a cab my self, but we agreed, well she wasn’t there, I called home number of times and then just got a cab and went home. I saw her running in just before the cab pulled to the house, I mean apartment building. When I asked her why she did not pick me up she said that she decided to make diner instead. Wonderful, I said, let’s eat. Well, she told me that whatever she was making got burned and she had to get rid of it. Well, here I couldn’t stand it anymore, I knew she was lying because I saw her and also because if she said anything else I could believe her, but when it came to cooking she was natural, she could put to shame me, my mother her mother, and all of us put together. She was not just a good cook she was an amazing cook. I tell you I can cook, and I can cook well, I know some good, really-really good professional cooks. She was better. Anyway this was our first major fight. In the middle of the fight she kicked me and I instinctively, defense mechanism kicked in, so I slapped her across the face. Thank G-d I did not hit her hard I could have break her in the half.
Well, after that it got worse. My designer close started to disappear, money. We kept on fighting. After that first time it was very easy to just slap her around, believe me I was not proud about it. I hated my self for it. But I loved her, I loved her so much. Abuse kept going on, she would not come home till 2-3 in the morning I would wait for her and just beat her up, never really hard, I would just keep slapping her across the face. Finally one time I cut her talking to her lover on the phone, that was when I first time found out. I almost choked her. Thank G-d phone rang, I was out of my mind, it is as if I was not there, as I was standing and watching somebody choking my wife and I was parallelized and could not move to save her, it was like a bad nightmare. The phone woke me up and I stopped. That was the only time when she was walking with bruises on her neck and face.
Latter I ran to ask forgiveness, as all other times, couple month latter she had an abortion. I bagged her not to, even though deep inside I knew it was not my baby. After abortion she did not come home, she moved out.
Thank G-d I probably would finally have killed her G-d forbid to even think such things.
Thinking back, she could have claimed to be a bettered, abused wife and she was, but I’m telling you, I loved her and I was at loss, I did not know what to do or how to act, I was crazy about her and she would drive me mad. Nobody deserves to be hit. But some times people cannot control themselves. Sometimes it is insanity that takes over you and you become something you are not. Some times men are not the only one to blame.
I’ve been married to a wonderful woman now for almost 18 years, and we have arguments sometimes, and we scream some times, and we get mad at each other some times, but never, never, never it crossed my mined to raise my hand at her. I would not ever do that. But also she would never drive me to insanity.