September 19 2 008
To move away From The Anguish
One morning, on having got up, I looked at the mirror. The image that went out reflected was corresponding to that of a woman with the age double that mine. He was 25 years old, and it still had indicated in my face the remains of the last marital caresses. In the cheekbone, even puffed up, there remained marked the knuckles of that one undesirable. The cut in the commissure of the lips was taking the stamp of its wedding ring. And my eyes, those the same eyes that did not want to see what was happening to me, were preserving the blue with cold typical one of the suffering of those blows scoundrels. The side was hurting me, I raised the nightgown and verified the origin of that one pain. Two accurate kicks left steadfastness of that one damned reality. En el pómulo, aun hinchado, seguían marcados los nudillos de aquel indeseable. El corte en la comisura de los labios llevaba el sello de su anillo de bodas. Y mis ojos, aquéllos mismos ojos que no querían ver lo que me estaba sucediendo, conservaban el amoratado característico del padecimiento de aquéllos golpes canallas. Me dolía el costado, levanté el camisón y comprobé el origen de aquél dolor. Dos certeras patadas dejaron constancia de aquélla maldita realidad.
From 8 years I have been alone in the life, the wedding forced with that one furious beast was the only possible exit to relieve me already unfortunate existence. And in the sin I take the atonement. Fortunately I have not had children whom to condemn to this hell. I remained pregnant at the age of 18. Six months later, an unfortunate and accurate "caress" finished with my maternal sleep. The doctors never corroborated if the declarations of my husband were true alleging a wretch fallen down by the stairs of house. They took control of me surgically and discarded the possibility of a future descent. From this day, all the abuses, humiliations and drubbing were seeming to be supported by another body. I could never face by force physics of my husband, but at least earlier it was trying it, was defending itself, now not, now the only thing that he wanted and wanted was that in one of this brutal drubbing, it was losing the conscience, or better still, the life. Quedé embarazada a los 18 años. Seis meses después, una desgraciada y certera “caricia” acabó con mi sueño materno. Los médicos nunca corroboraron si eran ciertas las manifestaciones de mi marido alegando una desgraciada caída por las escaleras de casa. Me intervinieron quirúrgicamente y descartaron la posibilidad de una futura descendencia. A partir de ese día, todos los abusos, vejaciones y palizas parecían ser soportadas por otro cuerpo. Nunca pude hacer frente a la fuerza física de mi marido, pero al menos antes lo intentaba, me defendía, ahora no, ahora lo único que quería y deseaba era que en una de esas brutales palizas, perdiera la consciencia, o mejor aún, la vida.
This day, without knowing well why, I was animated and with the extraordinarily clear mind. I dressed myself - between smiles - in the only and old garment that it had, took the remains of a dampened makeup that I still had left and applied it to myself in all my face. As soon as the effects of the last battle were camouflaged, I looked for the only pencil of lips, of an intense red color, and made myself up parsimoniosamente. That one day I felt, for the first time in the life, more nice and wonderful than never. From the deepest of my interior only positive thoughts were going out. And I started my definitive plan, the plan that would remove me from the anguish. Aquél día me sentí, por primera vez en la vida, más guapa y maravillosa que nunca. Desde lo más profundo de mi interior únicamente salían pensamientos positivos. Y puse en marcha mi plan definitivo, el plan que me alejaría del tormento.
I sat down in a chair opposite to the door. In my hands it had an enormous kitchen-knife, sharp and perfect for the execution. He knew of the sickly punctuality of that one cowardly and just two minutes before night 8 a.m. realize a called phone companhy. Really, it was 8 o'clock exactly and I heard the latchkey making way between the lock. It opened and closed in a second. When it was turned and saw me seated in that chair dressed and made up for the occasion it shouted me: Prostitute … that you look like a prostitute! Get up if you do not want that you of two hosts! … he was coming towards me, then I got up, supported the handle of the knife on the soil with the top for above …. and dropped myself strongly. My heart split into two. I did not feel anything except the stupefaction of that one prostitute's son and a few strong blows in the door with a voice that he was saying: OPEN … OPEN … WE ARE THE POLICE! … the evidence and a manuscript note, they did the rest … Efectivamente, eran las 8 en punto y oí el llavín abriéndose paso entre la cerradura. Abrió y cerró en un segundo. Cuando se dio la vuelta y me vio sentada en aquella silla vestida y maquillada para la ocasión me gritó: ¡Puta…que pareces una puta! ¡Levántate si no quieres que te de dos hostias! …él venía hacia mí, entonces me levanté, apoye el mango del cuchillo sobre el suelo con la punta para arriba…..y me dejé caer con fuerza. Mi corazón se dividió en dos. No sentí nada salvo la estupefacción de aquél hijo de puta y unos golpes fuertes en la puerta con una voz que decía: ¡ABRAN…ABRAN…SOMOS LA POLICÍA!… la evidencia y una nota manuscrita, hicieron el resto…
This post is extracted of the blog I free of Sand
I will only say, that it is hard to be a man, when the woman only sees its need to be defended, be before a maltreatment, or before an idea.
I will only say, that it is hard to meditate, like thousands of women, they protest only before us.
I will only say, that it is harder even, to see as they remain women who do of the life that they accepted a complaint before the rest of the men.
AND …
I will only say, that I ill-treat also is to qualify the one who is, man or woman with that one “you all are equal”.
To choose your way of living, and of becoming responsible for her, and of deciding, that not the same than to accept, if the consequences of your way of understanding your own feelings and your erededadisima are formed by it of understanding the life where it will direct you.
Alone love there is one, and it is the one that we deliver.
For my part only to say, that I had a big woman next to me that I teach myself what is the respect to the woman and with it, the respect to me.
A Kiss to all included to those who do of what they accepted, now a meaningless protest.
I am not throwing a complaint towards the men
that the man is wonderful and the woman also,
I found this writing in the network and it seemed fair to me
to throw a BASTING scream ALREADY, there is no only one day
let news not go out in the television of as he has died
a woman in hands of its couple.
And also I was feeling like seeing your opinions that it is of
that it is a question of each one having his own.
I It Gilds I think about positive every day, I am a woman
lucky in my life, dear and elegant it could not less
that to give to these poor women my small homage.
I am a woman, my mother and my grandmother it were and for them
and for all of them I offer to them my thought and this one
been written that so much I am overawed.
. It is easy to think raised in not battered life, it is easy to see the things from the place of the calmness and the happiness, where you do not receive a slap for placing a glass badly. (for example) I Suppose that it is secillo to do criticism of other lives, when we neither go, nor feel its ballast ”the maltreatment“. I imagine that to get up fearfully or to feel submissive to the constant scorn, has to be very complicated and more, to try to think with clarity.
The man (genetically) maintains a role socially tied to the violence, of thousands of years behind.De I begin the psychopath is always a male, it is difficult to see a female with such a brutality. If, if, that you will say that the women are maltratadoras psychological, if, perhaps, but it is the only weapon that they are I throw to survive the masculine rudeness and its power. I do not generalize, no, it is not just. but everything will finish when the woman is not afraid, and "this" type of man with "this" type of profile, disappears without truce of the sociedad.por that is a human waste. No generalizo ,no, no es justo..pero todo acabara cuando la mujer no tenga miedo, y ” ese” tipo de hombre con “ese” tipo de perfil , desaparezca sin tregua de la sociedad.por que es un desecho humano.
Does PD … gild? it is not necessary to defend the innocent person, this post goes to the beast. that resides inside some men, not to the man for condition. On the other hand I believe that your note toPor otra parte creo que tu apunte a
” thousands of women victimistas ”it is an affront to the battered woman. Even for me that I it am not.
PD. paco? not the whole world has the privilege of elejir its life … not even those who are considered happy … but I recognize that the masculine image this slightly dyed uufff and we are slightly sensitive.
PD. maica ….sin truce. Nobody was born to lower the sight before nobody … besitoss mess.
mess beauty almost we have coincided
with the coffee in the hand, not all
we have for k to think equally, different
day will create a post for the men
but today, it is a scream, WOMAN DENOUNCES
I am glad to read you beautiful one beso:*
It even keeps on happening and very much, we see it every day in the news and while that keeps on happening, the correct thing is to keep on denouncing, because this way conducts straighten up and consciences are removed. The test of that is that many men gritan:YO I AM NOT SO, DO NOT PUT US TO ALL IN THE SAME SACK!.Y is a certain, alone sound few ones but although it was only one, it would be already too much. To agree you that it does not many years, giving a drubbing to “the relative” was something almost normal and the police were getting neither into familiar matters, nor the neighbors, nor the friends. Now it looks like to us a drove of donkeys and we denounce. What has taken us to this conscience state? … since I suppose that the denunciations, in the news every day, in writings like this one, in declarations..Y es cierto,solo son unos pocos pero aunque solo fuera uno,ya sería demasiado.Acordaros que hace no muchos años,el darle una paliza a “la parienta” era algo casi normal y la policía no se metía en asuntos familiares,ni los vecinos,ni los amigos.Ahora nos parece una burrada y denunciamos.Que nos ha llevado a ese estado de consciencia?…pues supongo que las denuncias,en las noticias cada dia,en escritos como este,en manifestaciones.
Surely also there are women maltratadoras, but they are less, they are are fattened basically with its children and seldom against its man and for that fortunately, the law also has changed.
Personally I do not believe that all the men are maltratadores … nobody believes that, not that all the women who denounce are ill-treated in fact. Many take revenge for its excouples for this way but that in a war comes to be called “collateral damages” and you prop the law it even is imperfect since we do not take a lot of time in this country fighting against the domestic violence.
That you have found Maica, I have liked the writing, it is dramatic, torn and desesperanzador, only I hope that there should be alone that, a writing and not the experience of someone.
Go temazo!!!. Ufffffff. Do not I know if to comment or to remain with my thoughts, I cannot if throw myself to the hem, or think with entire freedom, but …? I do not want to create understood villains, and it could incur it. But good … there I go.. Ufffffff. No sé si comentar o quedarme con mis pensamientos, no sé si lanzarme al ruedo, u opinar con total libertad, pero…? No quiero crear malos entendidos, y pudiera incurrir en ello. Pero bueno… allá voy.
Whenever the genre violence goes out to the forum, television, press, radio, etc, etc. there me puts itself the goose-flesh, normally the scourge of the man on the woman, the death of a person, the death of a woman. Never, and I never say, it is possible to justify a murder. Nobody, absolutely, anybody, it has a right to take person's life. I say this, because I do not want that there are confusions, that I am not even justifying this small case that I want to count. Nadie, absolutamente, nadie, tiene derecho a quitarle la vida a otra persona. Digo esto, porque no quiero que haya confusiones, ni que yo este justificando este pequeño caso que quiero contar.
I MARRY: In Alcaudete (Jaen), a gentleman, for saying it somehow, infrigió physical ill-treatment to a lady, for saying it somehow, also. The case came to the press, television, photos of the battered one, made out in television, etc, etc. That is to say a heroine before an executioner. El caso llegó a la prensa, televisión, fotografías de la maltratada, entrevistas en televisión, etc, etc. Es decir una heroína ante un verdugo.
I MOTIVATE: The gentleman, repeatedly, was finding in his own bed the lady with another gentleman, I imagine that doing a crochet hook course. Saying had to throw it facing another side so many times like hours of short course they were repeating themselves. Dicho tenía que echar la cara a otro lado tantas veces como horas de cursillo se repetian.
WITNESSES: The neighbors and the local neighbors.
ENDING: The vive in Majorca, happily with its couple, with another woman, which one interviewed a few years later in THE COUNTRY, and this woman could only say marvels of this man. Not that judgment was, not that belongs to her. No se que sentencia hubo, ni que es de ella.
OPINION: Since I have said previously there is no justification to the violence, to the ill-treatment, to the death, of a person. This gentleman had to leave it, to have asked for the separation in due time, and to have avoided to come to the violence, because with her it lost all the reasons that it might have. These situations, they would be avoided denouncing the echo, before giving place to denounce the aggression, which can be late and fatally. Este caballero tenía que haberla abandonado, haber pedido la separación en su dia, y haber evitado llegar a la violencia, porque con ella perdió todas las razones que podría tener. Estas situaciones, se evitarían denunciando el echo, antes de dar lugar a denunciar la agresión, que puede ser tarde y fatal.
That no woman, and I would say, that no person should allow to be ill-treated by its couple, which the fears finish, that nothing is eternal if they make you suffer, that there exists more life, which there can be other illusions, which one breaks with years that in due time contributed you and now they do not bring you anything, if not the suffering.
That we keep the anger of the powerlessness before an unjust situation, and do not do justice for ourselves. Because perdermos all the reasons that could exist, because they are ehhh!!!, but to never execute a man or a woman for the law of the strongest.!!, pero jamas para ajusticiar a un hombre o una mujer por la ley del mas fuerte.
When a genre violence appears, what stays and what goes out to light is the maltreatment, the violence, not the end that caused it.
And I mean, that mostly, there are no reasons, do not want to sow the ambiguity, that everything is caused by many groundless reasons, sickly jealousy, inebriation, schizophrenics, and tarados of all kinds. And I speak in plural, because the men also receive maltreatments, we do not believe that everything adheres the woman.
TO MESALINA. To see Messa, that everything does not limit itself the woman. Let's have the clear things, that you always appear like victims, that it is already well!!!. That this it has changed very much, that the woman also infrige ill-treatment, if not physicists, if psychological, as you say, and these maltreatments, often, are more five-peseta coins even that the physicists, and often, also, irreversible. That with the liberation of the woman, very just to all lights, the things do not make themselves up so much as you say. What we all have to do is to look at the mirror in the morning when we get up and to be two followed minutes observing us. Vamos a tener las cosas claras, que siempre apareceis como víctimas, que ya está bien !!!. Que esto ha cambiado mucho, que la mujer tambien infrige malos tratos, si no físicos, si psicológicos, como tu dices, y estos maltratos, muchas veces, son mas duros incluso que los físicos, y muchas veces, también, irreversibles. Que con la liberación de la mujer, muy justa a todas luces, las cosas no se pintan tanto como tu dices. Lo que tenemos que hacer todos es mirarnos al espejo por la mañana cuando nos levantamos y estar dos minutos seguidos observandonos.
And another thing, the law is so next to the woman, that a simple call to the authority, this man, this night sleeps in chirona, and any cause does not come up or if. But the judgment is rapid. And if of demuestra later that the denunciation is unjustified? Who pays the humiliation of the imprisoned one? Y si de demuestra despues que la denuncia es injustificada? Quien paga la humillación del encarcelado?
LET FINALLY I WANT TO LEAVE MUCH CERTAINLY, THAT ME SOLIDARIZO WITH THE WRITING OF MAICA, OF COURSE. THAT NO DOUBT FIT.
…. I hope that no woman who should be under the maltreatment, should read this.
and less protaganista of the post. a woman who for the echo being a woman, was worth of its unhappiness, and I choose to solve its life under the desepearacion ah. ah!! but it is normal, the this test in the justifications that I read, behind so many letters.
From the beginning me ceñi to the maica post. there value neither the feminine coductas nor the masculine intentions. not even the social role that we maintain both like couples or indivuduos, and that me is indifferent.
PD. ”do not be afraid”
… And after you: what?
Maica
I do not think that porq I do not understand anything about that they speak.
kisses Erika
To continue, always to continue.
Paco? once I thought … ”the way does not import that I am … it is interesting to me to know that I am. in my way.” … a kiss.”…un beso.
Mess, this woman can read perfectly each of the opinions that have been spilled here. Because nothing has been said, it has not even justified itself for the damage got for this brave person on behalf of an unscrupulous one, the same as many others.
Dividing from the point of view that we all agree and us solidarizamos with the Post exhibited by Maica, it is good to extract to debate situations, which can be isolated, but not less worrying. In no moment of my comment I have wanted to justify the violence, and I am sure, that in almost no case there happens the example that I exhibited.
Let's not extract the context things and let's want to be preferential defenders before these situations, because before this post and many others that are not post, but that are in the daily life, only stay to say that the undesirable one should pay its sorrow, and that it should be denounced, it should be denounced!!!..
Mess answered you, on the part that touches me. A besillo.
… Do not feel aforesaid with so much facility …. only that any comments that here lend, I them do not see focused the post. I understood in the post the woman fearfully, without will to escape, unhappy, empty, humiliated, damaged physically, psychically, socially "alone" and etc … etc.
The comments, very good, are focused. (including yours) to the conduct of the woman, but … a different, strong woman
strategist, cold, materialistic, objective, determined, interested.
You mean me all the men.! all that! have they died this year?. (you will not have to think very much) han muerto este año?..(no deberas pensar mucho)
Do you love me. to recite all the inploraciones there is a man began?
” NOT ME PEGES MORE. PLEASE”. (you will not have to think very much either).)
Mmmm let's think that. all the men go out undercover of its hearths with the children he puts to bed for ”to hide”? … (I will not lose time in thinking it).!! none!!! better even and ciñendonos to the Maica pos … all that life has been taken by fear of its verduga?. say it to me.!ninguno!!! mejor aun y ciñendonos al pos de Maica…cuanto se han quitado la vida por miedo a su verduga?.. dimelo.
AH, explain please the following thing to me: "And I mean, mostly there are no reasons” and ”That you always appear like victims” (both phrases are pueso). where I fit these comentairo of "yours" into the post that Maica shows us,
Sure!!! that fool I am. clearly. already I understood it!! the post woman was idiotic for not extracting its “feminine weapon“.! que tonta soy..claro..ya lo entendi!! la mujer de post era idiota por no sacar sus “armas femeninas “….
PD. I you have to say that carrion is everywhere and if, there are women who are a pure carrion.pero it is another topic.
_Mira the photo of the post … look at it … hold a moment and observe it well: what do you see? … besitos Mess.…besitos Mess.
It is not necessary that it looks at the photo, the history is already heartbreaking and very sad. That has done some appreciations, does not mean that he denies the clear thing, and what every day is a news in the press, rarely the day that not.
Mess, another day my dog I saw as it was devouring a rat. There is nothing that gives me any more disgust than this bug. Since you want to know that when it was suffering in a moment it made me sad? Pues quieres saber que cuando agonizaba en un momento me dió pena?
What do I mean to you with this? That I am very sensitive to everything what implies violence, maltreatment, death. Perhaps I have wanted to give him spark to the debate, but not frivolizando. The history that Maica has exhibited is horrifying, and desgracidamente every day is happening. But only we know those who go out to the light, but in its majority not, persons who live in silence through this suffering. And I you have to say that if, that mostly it is the man that infrige to the woman this ill-treatment. Quizás he querido darle chispa al debate, pero no frivolizando. El relato que ha expuesto Maica es espeluznante, y desgracidamente cada día está pasando. Pero solo conocemos los que salen a la luz, pero en su gran mayoría no, personas que viven en silencio ese sufrimiento. Y he de decirte que si, que en su mayoría es el hombre el que infrige a la mujer esos malos tratos.
And with this fiquito my comments this Post, which created all has been thought by us with big respect and education. And I believe that we all coincide with the essential thing.
P.D. And Mess, you me do not fall down fat woman. A kiss. Un beso.
…. Finally we speak about the post!!!! … Grrr. now you do not want already to make any more comments jajajajjjajja. ah! ah! it does not make me sad that your dog debore any rat, not, inside the animal frame is the most normal thing. (jajjaja example goes pusistes), ah! a mi no me da ninguna pena que tu perro debore alguna rata, no,dentro del marco animal es lo mas normal.( jajjaja vaya ejemplo pusistes ),,
PD ….tenemos that to be able to appreciate the differences and decide.
Each one contributes something if the same to its way, everyone receives ”to its way” what he is interested in Y not for it we have to of we do not like …. besitos Mess.
The violence is if already atrocious, the genre violence for me it is more, perhaps be why I grew up in a family of most of women and we always have feel the respect towards this genre, I will never understand this type of situations, but not for it I can avoid the hate towards any type of maltratador/a, which being useful of its physical or psychic force destroys another person only for the pleasure of doing it.
Sometimes not that to think, but I believe that even they are victims if the same, of its rotten minds eager to leave in the way defenseless beings who could only give him love.
Sweep. being able to isolate the maltratador, I will say to you that if, also he is a victim. besitosss sweep besitosss barran