This post is a response to the "Spousal Abuse" nonsense below. It's true that Anna, my mom, and I went out to lunch that fateful day. It's also true that when I took Anna back to work to drop her off, I did not pull into the little side street. I stopped at the intersection in front of her building. This is because I had precious little time to get Mom back to the airport and then hurry across town for a lunch meeting. Add to this the fact that there were cars behind me waiting for me to go when Anna got out, and you can all of a sudden understand why I hit the gas the second that my mom shut her door. Now, Anna knew all of this, and yet she still decided to step out in front of my car after I had started going. She'll tell you it was at the same time, but, I don't believe so. Furthermore, every other time I have dropped her off at this intersection, she has waited for me to pass because there has always been traffic behind me. Well, you can imagine my surprise when I made the slightest little contact with her leg. Yes, it left a mark on her scrubs because my car is very dirty and has a dirty rubber bumper, and yes it left a bruise because my delicate wife bruises from a stiff breeze. All this is to say, I'm not an abusive spouse!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Suicidal Wife Tests Husband's Reflexes
This post is a response to the "Spousal Abuse" nonsense below. It's true that Anna, my mom, and I went out to lunch that fateful day. It's also true that when I took Anna back to work to drop her off, I did not pull into the little side street. I stopped at the intersection in front of her building. This is because I had precious little time to get Mom back to the airport and then hurry across town for a lunch meeting. Add to this the fact that there were cars behind me waiting for me to go when Anna got out, and you can all of a sudden understand why I hit the gas the second that my mom shut her door. Now, Anna knew all of this, and yet she still decided to step out in front of my car after I had started going. She'll tell you it was at the same time, but, I don't believe so. Furthermore, every other time I have dropped her off at this intersection, she has waited for me to pass because there has always been traffic behind me. Well, you can imagine my surprise when I made the slightest little contact with her leg. Yes, it left a mark on her scrubs because my car is very dirty and has a dirty rubber bumper, and yes it left a bruise because my delicate wife bruises from a stiff breeze. All this is to say, I'm not an abusive spouse!
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I could maybe agree with the blaphemous post, BUT... if he truly had "hit the gas the second that my mom shut her door" i ask you how could I have gotten all the way in front of the car in that short amount of time?
AND...having lunch with a friend is not a "meeting"
Justin, we have never had a conversation, but perhaps we need one on proper vehicle protocol and what not to aim at the wife. How did she get to the middle of the front of the car anyway?
Anna, since I tend to believe that women are possibly the truth-tellers in the majority of marriages, I think you know which version I choose to believe . . .
i have two things to say. while i am obviously on anna's side just for reasons of solidarity, i feel obligated to point out that it is bad manners to step in front of the car that drops you off. you always go behind it. at least thats what i was taught.
however, it is also EXTREMELY bad manners to hit someone with your car. as the driver, you must tkae complete and total responsibility for your actions behind the wheel.
justin, my friend, you are exhibiting abusive husband behavior. the elaborate gift following the incident, the denial/self-justification post--in fact, i'm waiting for you to say, "anna, please stop making me hit you with the car. if you would just show me some attention i wouldn't be forced to get it by hitting you with my car." oh man. if you want help let me know.
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