As a woman I feel that we all deserve the best treatment in the world, especially from men who need to consider the fact that they have come from a woman.
The worst thing that could happen to a woman is to be a victim of an abusive husband, partner, or whatever the other person is in their lives.
The story I am about to tell should be a lesson to the many women calling the police department claiming domestic violence.
Police officers file a report to the best of their abilities to report that there were no visible injuries to the supposed victim. Many of those women, after making a big scene out of the situation and practically destroying the reputation of their husbands, “forgive” their husbands for economical and financial gain — but deep inside of them they keep a strong resentment against all men and consider all women victims regardless of the situation.
We need to be honest; there are horrible cases of domestic violence, but there are also cases of women accusing men who have never touched them; women who make false accusations because some man has rejected their flirtatious advances and their likely inappropriate or unwanted approach.
There are cases of young women severely intoxicated coming out from the middle of nowhere yelling and screaming RAPE. Those young women are lucky enough to cover their indiscretions and false accusations when they find another woman (or women) in powerful positions doing anything possible to make any man pay for the abuses they claim their
own husbands committed, yet whom they have already “forgiven” because money is very important in their household. Those “important” women made a scene, the incident was publicly disclosed, and the name of the husband was used to mop the floors of every building in the city in which they reside, including the county courthouse building.
This is the true story of an abused woman and how she survived to educate her four children to be men and women of great integrity. Her name is not important at this time: It was a warm afternoon in August 1985 in a small city in the State of Florida. To the neighborhood people, they were the perfect couple. A very educated man with a very good job and a perfect Catholic woman dedicated to their four children. What nobody knew was that that perfect educated man was also a perfect verbal, psychological, and physical abuser. After 14 years of marriage, the young woman — who was only 38 years old — couldn’t put up with another day of abuse; she didn’t want her children to continue witnessing all the abuse she was subjected to and asked for a divorce.
She looked for refuge at her mother’s home since she lived nearby. He followed her there and shot both mother and daughter, leaving them for dead. She woke in the hospital after a long surgery to receive the sad news that her mother was dead as the result of the shooting and that her spinal cord was so severely damaged that she was diagnosed as being paraplegic. She was impacted by the news that she was being confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
After four long months at the hospital receiving physical, mental, and occupational therapy, this courageous woman knew that she not only had to look out for herself, but for her four children. She had to learn to perform all household chores from the limited space of her wheelchair. She learned how to drive only with her hands.
This woman knew that she had to fight for herself, but most of all, for her four children. She forced herself to get up at four o’clock in the morning on weekends, putting her four children in the back seat of the car, half-sleep, and traveled to a swap meet, flea market, or whatever it is called, to sell a few things in order to get some money to continue surviving.
None of her children lost time out of their lives. She continued taking them to school, church and school activities, and managed to buy them all all their necessary things.
Time passed and today all of her children are university graduated.
Her oldest boy is a computer programmer, the oldest girl is a pharmacist with a masters from Nova University, her third child is a schoolteacher and her youngest is a computer engineer graduated from Florida International University.
Those children followed in their mother’s footsteps, giving their own children the best education ever. One of this woman’s grandchildren is a Marine Architect in Long Island, New York.
The most important thing this woman taught her sons is to respect women regardless of their race, ethnicity, faults or living standards.
This is a true story of surviving domestic violence. The ones claiming to be pushed against a wall or the drunk ones who still don’t remember if they were coming or going are nothing but users of the goodwill of the community.
Perly Viasmensky is the General Manager of the Las Vegas Tribune. She writes a weekly column in this newspaper. To contact Perly Viasmensky, email her at pviasmensky@lasvegas tribune.com.