(no subject)
To the man at my parents' garage sale this past weekend:
I saw what you did. I saw you beat your mother. You didn't like the fact that she wanted to buy a lipstick because you don't "allow" her to wear makeup. You probably think that calling her wimp and hurling a fairly heavy object at her achilles' tendon was very clever. No one will notice the injury, right? Well, I noticed.
Your mother is not the wimp. You are.
I dare you to go up to a muscular man like yourself and do that. Maybe he'd let you walk away from it and maybe he wouldn't, but at least it would be a fair fight. Had I been a big, muscular man and not a skinny, five-foot tall girl with no fighting experience, I might have decked you myself just on principle. Fighting may not solve anything, but if someone your size were to lay into you if you pulled a similar move on them like you did with your mother, you might think twice about it. From the way she reacted to the whole thing even though her ankle was swelling and she was clearly in pain, you pull this sort of shit all the time. God only knows what else you do. In fact, the whole thing probably doesn't even stick out in your mind at all. In spite of your mom being a teacher, you don't strike me as being much of a reader, so you probably won't even see this. It certainly wouldn't change you anyway. This incident may not stick in your mind, but it stuck in mine and you are a coward. Your mom and all of the other women, children, animals, and even men who have ever had to put up with abuse from weak creeps like you are the truly tough ones and my heart goes out to them. They deserve much better.
I saw what you did. I saw you beat your mother. You didn't like the fact that she wanted to buy a lipstick because you don't "allow" her to wear makeup. You probably think that calling her wimp and hurling a fairly heavy object at her achilles' tendon was very clever. No one will notice the injury, right? Well, I noticed.
Your mother is not the wimp. You are.
I dare you to go up to a muscular man like yourself and do that. Maybe he'd let you walk away from it and maybe he wouldn't, but at least it would be a fair fight. Had I been a big, muscular man and not a skinny, five-foot tall girl with no fighting experience, I might have decked you myself just on principle. Fighting may not solve anything, but if someone your size were to lay into you if you pulled a similar move on them like you did with your mother, you might think twice about it. From the way she reacted to the whole thing even though her ankle was swelling and she was clearly in pain, you pull this sort of shit all the time. God only knows what else you do. In fact, the whole thing probably doesn't even stick out in your mind at all. In spite of your mom being a teacher, you don't strike me as being much of a reader, so you probably won't even see this. It certainly wouldn't change you anyway. This incident may not stick in your mind, but it stuck in mine and you are a coward. Your mom and all of the other women, children, animals, and even men who have ever had to put up with abuse from weak creeps like you are the truly tough ones and my heart goes out to them. They deserve much better.