Funny day and Age

I just read an article about a woman's husband being charged with Rape. They had separated and were living apart at the time.

Made me think of trying to say my estranged husband raped me way back in Texas. They said, "Well, Honey, you are still his wife..."

Funny times.

In 1996 the police came to investigate a "disturbance" at my apartment. The X had forced his way in and beaten me. My glasses were broke in the center, both eyes were black and I had lumps and bruised all over. (Not a mark on him, this was before I started fighting back.) The Pasadena Texas Police officer sighed exaggeratedly and said, "Mam we can't do anything unless he shoots or stabs you. Did that happen?? Well, then we gotta get back out there! Y'all keep it cool, hear?"

I am a fan of #Me To with very few reservations. It has done far more good than harm. These funny incidents were a long time before the MeTo era.

What the hell took it so long??????

I remember severe sexual harassment at work and just everywhere. 

But oh my favorite Funny Story.

My X once beat n3 with a closet pole in the bathroom so I could watch myself die in the mirror.    Any how. 

My next memory is being in a hospital bed, somewhere a south of Houston hospital? Whereever. My then family doctor,  Dr. Spak did my morning rounds. He told me that I had 23 lesions all over my skull

Words to Live By

 Not just my own.

Anger does more damage to the vessel that carries it than to anything it is poured upon.

Never take people who truly love you for granted.

Who would notice?

I watch a lot of true crime shows and it has made me realize that there were many years of my life that if I had disappeared no one would have noticed for a very long time. Is that odd? Maybe partly the day and age? No one's fault. Just the way it was.  For years I could have been a Jane Doe or locked in someone's basement and it's possible that no one would have even reported me "missing". I think that was true for a lot of teenagers in the 60s and 70s but it feels a little strange. 

That's a little true for Jami, too. There have been long periods when I didn't know where or how she was. I've thought about reporting her missing and many, many times I've been afraid she was dead when I didn't hear from or about her for months but also with her I've believed that I knew enough of her associates that someone would call me if something happened to her. My family usually knew nothing about who I might be with and I don't remember ever showing up after months or years and family and friends being glad to see me. Now, that's a little sad.