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 A Whining bitch meets therapist Hans Schultz

   by Hans Schultz

   Feedback welcomed at hans_schultz_2007@yahoo.com

   For adult entertainment only !

   THE FOREWORD Why does society allow this to happen?  (Because it's a
man's world) Kathy was beaten when there was a dirty dish in the sink. 
(Well, maybe the whore should have done the dishes in time.  Next !) She
was beaten when her live-in boyfriend was drunk.  She was beaten when he
was sober.  (That just proves what an annoying bitch she must have been. 
Next !) Janine's eye was blackened when her drunk fiance disagreed with
their wedding plans.  (Men are supposed to make decisions in all important
matters.  That's it.  Next !) Doris was punched when she was pregnant.  She
was slapped when dinner was a minute late.  She was shoved and beaten when
dinner was on time.  (Pregnant ?  Dinner ?  What the fuck ?  What do those
things have to do with this ?  Get the hell out of here !  Next !) Ada was
scalded with boiling water when she refused to make her husband a cup of
tea.  She was smashed on the head with a fan when she made an offhand
comment.  (Oh how right !  If a husband wants a cup of tea, he must get it
too.  Behave, bitch, behave.  Next !) Laura was kicked in the stomach when
she tried to break up.  She was slapped around when she tried to make up.
(SHE tried to break up !  Uh-huh...this is too much.  (Beatings) Next !)
And all were hit at least once because the man in their lives claimed they
``pushed their.  (Well, why did they push the buttons then ?  Is there
anyone left ?) THE THERAPY

   THERE WAS A TIME WHEN ABUSE STILL WAS A FAMILY MATTER.  (Those were the
days.) Today, nearly 20 years later, Doris is still haunted by fear and
scarred by the beatings.  ``It was a nightmare that I still keep
reliving,'' ``It's a nightmare no other woman should go through.'' (Every
fucking cunt should go through that and you know it.) "My tale is the
classic tale of a battered wife struggling to survive in the 1970s, when
domestic violence was considered ``a family matter.'' It is a tale of pain,
hopelessness, and brutality and I hope others can learn from.  (Ha !  Yeah,
I bet I can learn a lot from it.) "It is a tale I hope battered women today
- aided by services that didn't exist 20 years ago - don't relive." (Well,
start losing your hope, bitch.) ``There's so much more out there now,''
``Women have to take that step.  They have to get out.  They don't have to
go through it like I did.'' (Fuck off.  No-one can stop us.) "My husband
was polite, attentive, loving, when we first met - almost too good to be
true." ``There was no violence when I was growing up,'' ``I was a
Portuguese Princess.  I wasn't prepared for what happened.'' (A smart man
he was indeed.) "Two months after we married, my husband came home from
work.  I was still cooking dinner." "He punched me." (Is THAT why you came
here for ?) "It was the start of what would be years of slaps, shoves, and
punches that would result in one miscarriage and a legacy of chronic
injuries." (I just wish I had been your hubby.) ``It was always something I
did or didn't do,'' ``Sometimes it was for no reason at all . . .  After,
he would say he was sorry.  He would say it was because he was drinking. 
Sometimes he would hit me, though, when he wasn't drinking . . .  When
you're a battered women, you tend to blame yourself.'' (It IS your own
fucking fault, pig.) "He beat me when I was pregnant.  He beat me after I
delivered children.  He beat me after I miscarried.  (Yes yes, I bet he
beat you in poker, football and intelligence quotient too.) ``I remember
the Christmas Eve when I told him I was first pregnant.  He told me it
wasn't his child, to abort it.  By the time I was seven months pregnant, I
had made two visits to the doctor and I was just head to toe with black and
blues,'' "I tried calling the police.  They said there wasn't anything they
could do.  It was a domestic . . .  They escorted him out of the house and
told him to settle down.  He came back.'' (Mmmmm...the officers must have
had good laughs at the station.) "I went to doctors, battered and bruised,
and tried to explain away the injuries.  No one questioned me.  ``The
doctors overlooked it.'' " "Tried to explain away the injuries", aww shit,
aren't there any limits of your stupidity left anymore ?) "My relatives
suspected abuse - but no one pressed me on it." "And I kept quiet." (Good
girl.  Now take off your clothes and lay down.  Lay down I said !) ``You
don't want to deal with it yourself,'' ``It wasn't something that was
talked about and it wasn't acceptable in society.''
(Blahblahblah...yawn...Isn't this ever going to stop ?  Mmmmm...you're
tight !) "I eventually gave birth to two children - both premature, early
labor induced, I am convinced, by his beatings." ``You know, every time you
try to escape when the beatings start, you find that you corner yourself in
a room.  You end up cornering yourself by a wall,'' ``Instead of getting
away, you trap yourself.'' (Hmmm, I wonder why that is ?  Not too bright,
eh ?  Well, you're a woman, what else could be expected ?  Look at my cock
bitch, I'm gonna cum on your face.) "I learned to cope the best I could."
``You learn if you stop crying, the beatings don't last as long.''
(Ahhh...fuck...yes...I'm cumming !) "The beatings finally stopped - when he
went to jail the first time for breaking and entering and other crimes."
(Lick me clean, whore !  (Punch) I said LICK ME CLEAN !) "They resumed when
he got out again." "It took a series of convictions and a prison sentence
for crimes - including rape - before the beatings stopped for good."
(There's a fridge.  Go get me a beer.  Move it !) "He is now in prison and
not expected to be released for more tan 20 years, a lifetime to me."
(Damnit !  Would you need another husband ?  Look, I happen to be free at
the time and I thought that maybe I could......) "We are still married.  My
phone is listed in anthere have moved to another community.  I am afraid .
I don't want him to know where I live. .  The shadow of his fist still
looms sharply in my memory.  (Oh, boo-hoo, poor cunt.  Okay, I'm finished
using you, get out.) THE AFTERWORD She wishes the help that now exists -
the shelters, the court protection orders, the understanding police - was
there during her nightmare marriage.  (Why don't we men team up and find
out where she lives ?) If it was, she would have had a safe place to hide.
(Let's show her that her hubby was still quite gentle after all.) She could
have called the police - and they would have arrested her husband.  (We
might want to keep her as prisoner for months.) She could have gone to
court to keep him away.  (Beat her to a bloody pulp and satisfy our hungry
cocks in her blood.) She could have sought solace and counseling at a
women's center.  (And leave her back pregnant and broken, so she would stop
whining about unimportant matters.) She could have felt in control of her
life.  (After us the mental institution will be in control of her life.)
``So many things have changed.  None of this was there 20, 25 years ago.  I
wish the help was there for me,'' she said.  (Listen to this bullshit.  I
don't wonder at all why her man beat her up.) Her two children witnessed
the batterings - and carry the emotional scars to this day.  ``If women
won't do it for themselves, they should do it for their children,'' she
said.  (Oh !  She has children too !  What a nice surprise !)