Why do they return?
Aug. 17th, 2005 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frualeydisI am currently reading an article on the story of Griselda, a very disturbing medieval story about wife and child abuse that was used as an exemplum of wifely obedience in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance. It is even hard to read because there are so many cases of this everywhere in the world.
And it reminds me of the fact that my cousin has decided to move in again with her abusive partner. I was told two days ago and I have a hard time grasping it. He's not physically abusive when they're together, or at least i don't think so anymore, but very psychologically abusive and the first time she tried to leave him he jumped in through the window of her mother's house where she was staying and when she and her son hid in the bath room he tried to hack his way in with an axe. This winter she decided to leave him again and then he got his dead fathers gun which was kept somewhere else and hid in the barn together with ammunition and then tried to break down the door to the room where she and their little son were hiding. the police had to come and get him.
And now she's moving in with him again. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do. We're the same age and used to be good friends as children and still enjoy each other's company when we meet, even if it's too seldom.
I don't know what to do.
And it reminds me of the fact that my cousin has decided to move in again with her abusive partner. I was told two days ago and I have a hard time grasping it. He's not physically abusive when they're together, or at least i don't think so anymore, but very psychologically abusive and the first time she tried to leave him he jumped in through the window of her mother's house where she was staying and when she and her son hid in the bath room he tried to hack his way in with an axe. This winter she decided to leave him again and then he got his dead fathers gun which was kept somewhere else and hid in the barn together with ammunition and then tried to break down the door to the room where she and their little son were hiding. the police had to come and get him.
And now she's moving in with him again. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do. We're the same age and used to be good friends as children and still enjoy each other's company when we meet, even if it's too seldom.
I don't know what to do.
