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At first I though this was a joke
Don’t ignore this Tumblr
Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.
This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim.
Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help.
One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.
The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time.
No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.
okay cool but this video was edited in a deliberately misleading way to make it look like people werent reacting to the male abuse victim at all when they actually were and also the group that put it out is entirely composed of MRAs
The beer I had for breakfast was a bottle of Mad Dog,
and my 20/20 vision was 50% off.
He said ‘punch buggy red’ and punched me right in my left eye;
I said ‘don’t you mean peddidle?’
and I lit his house on fire.
He came home on acid, I was holding his shotgun;
I was dressed like Tina Turner in Beyond Thunder Dome;
He said ‘don’t shoot’ I said ‘I won’t, I love you, you’re my friend;’
I handed him my wig and shot myself in the head.
Then I stuffed a box of tissues in the whole in my skull,
I got in my Mazda and I drove to the mall,
I bought a big Johnson shirt and some silicone tits;
when I pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit.
And the beer I had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine—
and the boombox on my shoulder was a box of clementines—
I ate every single one without noticing my mold.
You said ‘you’re gross, my darlin,’ I said ‘no I’m rock-and-roll.’
Even though I’ve never ever been in a band,
I have Cool As Black Ice tattooed on my hand.
And the Christians gave me comic books as if I would be scared
of burning in Hell while I was already there.
And the beer I had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain,
And the beer I had for lunch was a bottle of night train,
And the beer I had for dinner was my crazy neighbor’s bills—
we had to sit down on skateboards just to make it down the hill.
And I peed my pants and you stole the groom’s cigar,
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car.
I got back to the apartment, you were lying face down on the floor
you said ‘don’t go to bed yet, let’s go get a 64.’
And the beer I had for breakfast was a pint of Jim Bean,
and a fifth of Peach Schnapps and a warm Sunny-D.
You said ‘bottoms up’ just as I bottomed out.
I tried to scream ‘fuck you’ but blood was pouring out my mouth.
Evan Dando never planned on telling you the truth;
Your Leonardo ID card is your fountain of youth.
You can be a teenager for your whole fucking life;
Just find some pretty sucker, and make that bitch your wife.
I guess by now you all know my friend Denny broke his neck.
He was driving home from Sirens when he got into a wreck.
First I cried for him, and then I cried for me,
Haunted by the ghost of the girl I used to be.
But the rocks with holes are cold in my hand,
and I bury my toes in the hot, hot sand,
and the silver pink pony kisses me and
says ‘You’ve come a long, long way
and you deserve to be really happy.’