There are so many thoughts racing through my brain tonight.
At my crime victims resource center training (I have 9 three-hour training sessions in the month of April, for school), we basically talked about abusive and dysfunctional relationships, and the continuum between them. It was an interesting night. Our group leader/intrsuctor told some crazy stories. She knows a man in Austin who has 26 children by 20 different mothers. He currently goes back and forth between living with 2 of these women, who just sort of accept the situation because they figure no one else wants them. There was another case in Austin a few years back where a woman in her 30s had a relationship with a boy from when he was 11 till he was 15, and had a baby with him. But when the case came to trial, he didn’t want them to prosecute her because they were in love. She knows a woman whose boyfriend was molesting her daughter for over 2 years, but she stayed with him, even after her daughter gave birth to his child.
In general, the concept of domestic violence and abuse is insane. I can’t fathom a relationship in which your husband hits you and slaps you around, but you somehow excuse it and things stay that way. But it happens. It’s remarkably common.
Crazy world. Messed up world.