Dear Abusive Sack of Shit,

The world does not revolve around you and the way you think things should be.  You aren't the genius you think you are: you are nothing more than a bully and a coward with a narrow view of the world. You look for women who have a history of being abused and you latch onto them and their vulnerabilities like a vulture. In most cases, you chose to be like your father because in your eyes, he was powerful, and he couldn't be hurt.  You learned to secretly hate your mother for her being so weak. You can be an ex con, a chiropractor, a lawyer, a teacher.  No matter what your day job, you are a fucking monster behind closed doors.  For those of you that don't raise a hand to her so you don't think that's abusive: you're an asshole, too. You don't fuck with someone's self esteem and berate them and criticize everything they do and get away with thinking it's okay because you didn't physically damage her.  You hate yourself and you take it out on those closest to you.  Understandable how you hate yourself, you are a disgusting piece of shit.

You teach your daughters to take abuse.  You teach your sons that's how to treat a woman. The repercussions of your fucked up logic and egocentrism laced with self loathing and paranoid accusations over the most ridiculous minutiae make you look like an even bigger fool than you already are.

Just know this, big man:

Every time you hit her, not only her fear but her hatred grows. She becomes used to your torment, desensitized to your abuse. Your constant picking and insulting and demeaning and control and domination is building a fortress within her. Because you see, there's a part of her you can't touch, and that's her spirit.  She may feel trapped by you (by no mistake on your part), but eventually, there's always that possibility that  going to prison won't seem like so bad of an option.  Maybe it will feel even more like a vacation. And it WOULD be a vacation, because prisoners have more rights than she does living with a miserable son of a bitch like yourself.

I remember a patient I had in clinicals for nursing school.  Sweet woman in her 60s in for gall bladder removal surgery.  Sat with her and talked with her for a while and she shared with me that her husband passed away due to diabetes complications just last year.  I said, "Oh I'm so sorry" She said "Don't be. He used to beat me, I hope he rots in hell."  Then she smiled so brightly. :)

Is that the type of way you want to be remembered?  Is that the payoff you seek? If so, keep on with your bad self.

If you are reading this and you see the tiniest bit of yourself in this, do everyone on this earth a favor and get counseling, get castrated and for the love of all that is holy, stay the hell out of relationships of any kind until whatever the hell screw you have loose is fixed. I'm tired of caring for bones you've broken and drying the tears of your victims.

(In case any of you ever wondered why I'm not a psych nurse? This is exactly why.)