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I Want You to Write Letters to Those Who Have Hurt You

Domestic Violence with Some Twists... Several years ago, I was suddenly assaulted by the husband of my wife's older sister. There was no alcohol involved, nor was there any prior exchange of angry words. My wife and daughter witnessed the start of the assault, as did his wife. These 3 women did nothing at all to prevent the assault. They showed no shock or dismay or surprise of any kind. I wrote two letters to my sister in law laying out how I had been wronged. No reply or acknowledgement. This month I wrote to the man who assaulted me. Last year, the son of the man who assaulted me got married. My wife and children were invited, but I was not. I wrote to the bride asking why I was not invited; she has not replied.

Years ago, my sister assaulted my wife while my wife was busy giving first aid to our 18 month old daughter. I broke up that assault and my wife fled my sister's house carrying our daughter. My sister then picked me up and threw me out on her front porch. 9 months later, I told my mother that this incident was deeply traumatic for me. "But your sister apologised." "Sorry, Mom, she hasn't." "I don't believe you." "Sorry, it's the truth." Three months later, my wife and I received a 50 word apology that struck me as mechanical and insincere. Do you agree that my sister wrote that apology only because her arm was twisted by our mother? Shortly after the incident described in the previous paragraph, my sister sent me a series of Emails revealing that she believed that the second assault proved that my inlaws did not deserve any respect, and released her from all guilt about the first assault. Further evidence that the apology she made years earlier was insincere.

Three years later, I was a guest in my sister's house for the first time since she assaulted my wife. Within 24 hours of my arriving, she suddenly whips her cellphone out of her pocket, rings the police, and asks them to escort me out of her house. I left pronto of course. What my sister did here was extremely dangerous, because when a woman in her late 50s calls the authorities claiming trespass, the authorities are compelled to take that very seriously and tend to believe her. I don't think I could win the resulting "he said, she said" battle with the authorities.

I have yet to tell my sister what I think of her behaviour.

My sister will be, rightly, the mistress of ceremonies at our mother's eventual funeral. I cannot attend that funeral because I do not trust my sister not to do something terrible to me. If a woman whose mother has just died rings the police to complain about the behaviour of a houseguest or someone attending the funeral, the authorities will bend over backwards out of elementary sympathy.

My wife has yet to explain why she showed no surprise when our brother in law assaulted me. In fact, she denies that an assault took place. The law is clear: any unwanted physical contact, any coercion, is an assault.

The man who assaulted me has two adult children who graduated from university. I paid about half of their fees. When both of these children bought their first houses, I contributed a substantial sum to the down payment. I did this in part because my niece and nephew had been my heirs when I was childless. My niece and her spouse thanked me warmly. My nephew barely thanked me at all. His spouse has yet to thank me in any way. His parents have been resolutely silent about what I did to facilitate their children buying their first houses.

When I laid out these issues to a counselor, he simply said "your family has terrible issues that are beyond my understanding." When I raised these issues with a series of marriage counselors, they were all evasive. Because my story does not fit into the prevailing "Duluth model" of family conflict, which assumes that men are invariably to blame.

After 3 years, the man who assaulted me wrote me. He did not admit to any wrongdoing, nor did he apologise for anything. He wrote only to say that he did not want to frighten me, without admitting that I had every right to be terrified by his violent behaviour. I am convinced that he also wrote because he feared that I would veto my daughter's attending his son's wedding, which I did not do. With that wedding behind us, will I ever hear from him again?

One admission of wrongdoing I never expect to get is from my sister in law, who has a PhD in social science. The people she mixes with professionally and socially are all 20th century victim feminists, an attitude that is as natural to them as breathing. When her husband began assaulting me, she said nothing and showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, she looked me straight in the eye with a smirk that said: "you are a bastard and are getting what you richly deserve." I will never forget that look for as long as I live -- my own sister in law threw me to the wolves. I now believe that my brother in law was a marionette doing her bidding.

Reflecting on this incident has led me to discover the growing internet community of anti-feminists and to agree with a fair bit of it. The most eloquent anti-feminists, BTW, are women.
hartfire
"terrible issues... beyond my understanding." It takes poring over all sides of each person's reactions to makes sense of the whole in a tangle like this. Some of the participants sound "crippled by life" (your ref., Szasz). Your sister behaves very much like mine. Much as I would like to tell my sister what I think, it would have no beneficial result. Avoidance is the only choice I have for peace.
I believe you have touched on a dark, and little recognised underbelly of women covering up the truth of their very destructive behaviours.
consa01 · 70-79, M
This truth includes grown women asking the men they are bonded to, to do their dirty work. When I laid out the above to an old and dear friend, he burst out that I was the victim of "domestic violence by proxy." My brother in law was a sort of hired "hit man."
hartfire
Quite possible, though I couldn't be sure who assigned him the role. It sounds as though he may have pushed, dragged or shaken you roughly. I can envisage you, as a non-violent man, turning the other cheek. If it were me, I would have great difficulty working out how to love and forgive my enemy. He knows not what he does, and yet we know he knows better.
consa01 · 70-79, M
The evening before, I left the restaurant early to put my daughter to bed. It had been understood that my wife, her sister, and her sister's husband would follow within a half hour or so. I put my daughter to bed, but she would not settle and began to fret badly; she was accustomed to falling asleep cuddled by her mother. I let her get dressed and we went looking for the others. The restaurant staff told us they had left long before. I began to worry. Suddenly they appeared, saying that they had taken a post prandial walk to a pond on the edge of the village. I had a very uneasy feeling about that walk. The next morning, my brother emerged from his bedroom fully dressed and wearing a knapsack, walked past me as I was eating breakfast, said something very rude, and strode out of the house. I shrugged this off. My sister in law then took my daughter for a walk, leaving me and my wife alone in the holiday house. Very quickly an ugly discussion began about my mother's character. I do not know how it started, but the subject was tendentious and totally inappropriate. I could not make sense of my wife's desire to talk about that subject at that particular place and time (my wife has not set eyes on my mother in 10 years). But I could not stop the ranting and the venom. After an hour and a half, my sister in law and daughter returned. After 10 minutes, they, and my wife and I, all went out for another walk, one the ladies had agreed to behind my back. I gamely went along. Less than 100 meters from the holiday house, I suddenly see my brother in law, charging up the footpath under a full head of steam. When he intersects my party, he grabs me, frog marches me to a back section, and assaults me. He also interrogated me in the spirit of "when did you last beat your wife?" One question he asked me was "what did you and your wife talk about while I was gone?" I told him the truth, to which he said "where do they make hip waders high enough to walk through your bullshit?" A richly metaphorical way of calling me a liar. He had no possible basis for doubting what I said. When I asked my wife "why did he ask me that question," she fudged. When I asked her "why did he call me a liar?" she refuses to answer. One thing is certain: I smell a rat. And I am confident that it was my sister in law who sicked her husband on me. Which is why I wrote to her twice giving my objections to this whole sordid episode. I verbally stood my ground, quietly, and looked him in the eye because I had nothing to be ashamed of. I remained nonviolent because a violent response from me would have played into his hands, and possibly injured one or both of us. It would have been very easy for me to get stroppy, whereupon he could have become truly violent, then claimed self-defence. Then I would be truly in the poo. By not resisting him, I put myself in the best possible light.
Several days later, I began experiencing cardiac palpitations and asked that I be taken home to be near medical care. Since that holiday ended, my sister in law has refused to correspond with me in any fashion.
consa01 · 70-79, M
And thus I have discovered that one can be a well educated baby boom woman, and not know right from wrong, and be seduced by the siren call of violence.

 
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