A Seven-Question Quiz on Domestic Tranquility
Republican Policies Considered as an Abusive Relationship
by Vonda N. McIntyre
- Do you watch what you are doing in order to avoid making your partner angry or upset?
- Do you feel obligated or coerced into having sex with your partner?
- Does your partner check up on what you have been doing, and not believe your answers?
- Do you feel that nothing you do is ever good enough for your partner?
- Does your partner control the family finances?
- Does your partner threaten to harm you?
- Does your partner abuse you and then promise it will never happen again?
Of course. I always agree with him. It’s my place to agree with him. He’s right to be angry with me when I argue or disobey.
I don’t understand the question. It’s my duty always to behave in a way that pleases my husband.
I only wish he would tell me I look nice once in a while. I try to look nice for him but even when he picks out my clothes, he says I look like a slut.
At my previous job, my boss came on to me in the lab. I said No. He pushed me against the wall. I managed to get away. He yelled that I was a tease, and threatened to fire me because what else was I good for?
I thought I’d done good work. I thought I was an asset to the lab.
I went to the department head. He said my boss was much more important than I am, and I must have led him on so it was my fault, and the only reason I had a job was because my boss went to bat for me. I should be grateful to him and never mention the incident again.
My research has been published in peer-reviewed journals and confirmed again and again.
I thought I was an asset to the lab.
I asked my husband for advice. He called me a tease, accused me of sleeping with my boss to get my job in the first place, and beat me up.
He says my research is wrong because if it were applied to his business, it would cost his company and his friends a lot of money.
I thought I was an asset to the lab.
I had to quit my job and it was hard to find a new one because my husband doesn’t like me to leave the house. When I do he accuses me of cheating on him.
I’m a big disappointment to him, and it’s my fault.
When I was between labs, my husband told me I should get the only job I was good for: flipping burgers. I wasn’t pulling my weight for our household. I had been making more money than he, but when I was unemployed I was nothing but a burden. He said I would never get another good job because I was too stupid and didn’t deserve it and my research wasn’t any good.
My being unemployed put a lot of stress on him so you can’t blame him for getting angry.
Twenty years ago, he decided how much the household should cost to run. For a long time I was able to make do. But things cost more now and the household account stays the same.
We can’t spend money on the upkeep of our house or our children’s education or preventive health care because we might max out our credit cards. The driveway is full of potholes, our youngest son has a funny cough, and the refrigerator is empty.
Sometimes when I don’t have enough money for food, our children cry because they’re hungry. They aren’t allowed to cry, so my husband has to discipline them. I’m an incompetent mother and our children would be better off in a richer family’s home.
When I asked my husband for more household money, he slapped me and said: What’s his is his, and what’s mine is his because I have to pay him back for supporting the household all by himself while I was unemployed.
He spends more money than we have on foreign adventures. I approve of his borrowing to pay for them, because the adventures are important.
My husband’s friend had a treasure map. The treasure was on our property, so my husband and I and our kids helped him dig up our back yard. The friend took the treasure away. I thought he might share it with us, since we helped retrieve it, but after all he owned the map. I’m worried about the muddy puddle he left behind. We can’t afford to fill it in.
Starting next week I have to get by with less because our friends want more money. He’s going to give them ours, and borrow some more to give to them. They deserve it because they are rich and work very hard and when they are rich enough, they say, they’ll help us out. I’m sure this is true.
The puddle smells bad. The smell gives me headaches, and our son is coughing blood. I want to take him to the doctor but it costs too much.
He only does it because I need the discipline. But sometimes I’m afraid he might harm our children.
Sometimes I’m afraid his business might harm the world – that’s what my research suggests — but I have to believe him when he says his business is fine and my research is wrong. It’s my duty to believe him and support him.
You shouldn’t ask that question. It’s my fault, and if I would do a better job of giving him what he wants, he would treat me better.
Copyright © 2011 Vonda N. McIntyre
Vonda N. McIntyre is a founding member of Book View Café.
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