I do not condone domestic violence.
That said, I've lived long enough to see many men lose their rights for some events that I just don't think they should lose them for.
Just suppose-
Your wife has developed a pill and alcohol problem in middle age. Rehabbed twice, but slides back into it. As the years have dragged on, she's become nastier to deal with.
She becomes convinced you're cheating on her.
She confronts you one morning as you head out through the kitchen for work. You calmly deny it. She keeps ranting, and you really NEED to get to work since you're still paying off the last rehab bills. You say we'll discuss this later. You NEED to get to work, and she's between you and the door. So, you turn to go the other way.
She goes ballistic. She's around in front of you slapping and trying to scratch your face.
You stay cool, grab her firmly by the upper arms, move her out of your path, and leave.
She continues to boil and tosses another shot and a pill. She decides to "fix you good". She kneads and twists her upper arms where your hands were a few minutes ago. Since she's feeling no pain, she smacks her cheekbone against the corner of the fridge.
Then she calls 911.
She's got some faint bruises on her upper arms and the skin is still pink from her twisting them. The cheek has a nice little mouse and some color.
The female rookie cop that watched her stepdad pound her Mama for 15 years is very understanding. She needs to know where you work.
Cop: "What happened at your house this morning?"
You're going to be honest enough to state you grabbed her by the arms while she was slapping you, but you didn't grab her hard enough to leave bruises, and you know you didn't smack her.
You state she's lying. (cops have never heard that before, so really stress that)
Uh-huh.
Your ride is GUARANTEED.
So is the loss of your guns.
That could never happen, though, could it?
No one here has ever had, or known a friend who had a nasty divorce, have you?
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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1:30 am Saturday. Mom is out of town visiting the sick MIL.
Stepson, just under 18, 6'2", 215 lb linebacker, comes in drunk out of his mind. His girlfriend just dumped him and he hit a mailbox with his new car.
He's kicking the furniture around and you take exception to his behavior. He then decides to express how much he has really loathed you through the years. He's still kicking the furniture around and implying he'd like to show you how he really feels about you.
The 15 year old half sister (your daughter) is awake by now and wades in trying to calm him down. He's now cursing her as the spoiled favorite of both you parents. You wonder if he's capable of knocking her around???
He's screaming louder and getting more threatening and inviting you to man up.
DON'T lay hands on that sweet, troubled child, or you lose your guns.
The cops can be there in 30 minutes or less.
Whatchagonnado?