Why is abuse females towards men becoming so normal? My Tiktok is becoming filled with women making “jokes” about verbally abusing their significant other. I saw one the other day about a woman set up a cup to fall and break on purpose, so she could shame her husband about it so she could go on a “shopping spree”. The comments were filled with “I’m taking notes here!”, “You go girl!”, “I’m so doing this to my husband later!”. If a man were to look towards a woman in the same regards even as a “joke” the comments would be filled with hate; I’ve seen it! So why is it that a man are expected to bow down at the foot of abuse while the woman gets praised for being the abuser?
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My Story part 1
My Story part 1:
When I was 24, I was ready to have a family. I was one of the very few in my family that were not already married with kids, including younger cousins and family. Early October 2015, I met a girl online who fit the Bill of the perfect spouse. Our values were the same, our religion, politics, culture and family were all in line. I made the joke many times in the early stages about how much our parents were just a like as I grew to know them. Everything was absolutely perfect, the first time I met her in person I told her I was going to marry her one way or another. We laughed and had deep filled conversations, this is everything I could have ever wanted. It was finally MY time to be happy and to start a family. She lived two hours a way from me. As the “man of the relationship” I quickly felt guilt of trying to have her make the drive to come and see me. So it quickly became normal for me to get off of work at 3am on Friday night, make the drive over, and sleep in her grandma’s spare bedroom. Having zero to no sleep, I would push through the weekend until I would make the drive back on Sunday afternoon’s after church and lunch with her family. She was obsessed with me, in every right way possible. On Sunday afternoons she would beg me to stay a little longer, even jokingly she would hide my bag, knowing I couldn’t leave without it. She did no wrong in my eyes. We had been together for a little while when she came to me to spend thanksgiving with my family. We got on the subject of “where are we going to live when we get married?”. It very quickly turned in to a heated debate because neither of us wanted to leave our families behind. We were driving to my aunts house for thanksgiving day lunch while she screamed at me to take her back so she could go home because we didn’t agree on where to live. To this day, I regret not listening to her demands. I kept telling her we would discuss it later on and we didn’t have to finalize anything in this moment, that we weren’t even engaged yet. We went and ate lunch, which I believe only the two of us could feel the tension between us, but it was definitely there. Later that afternoon, I agreed that when we got married I would move to Dallas, Ga. I had only lived in Cleveland, Ga for about 3 years, mean while she grew up in Dallas the same as her parents. I felt like I was doing the right thing in agreeing to moving to her hometown.
A Struggling CoParenting Dad 