Most people who know me, will know that I was a victim of extreme abuse and domestic violence. My grandfather Fred was indeed a violent bully who beat Dolly his wife and children on a daily basis.
I saw my mumma lying on the bedroom floor, she’s crying, and between her sobs, she says that she can’t take it anymore.
Her husband is a big man.
He is standing over her telling her to stand up.
She begs him to stop.
She whispers don’t hit me anymore, don’t kick me any more, my children shouldn’t see their mother slumped on the floor.
Blood is pouring down once again,
Her children feel her pain again and again.
They see the father beating their mother,
They are angry children, they want to retaliate,
They watch their father he is filled with hate.
Their mother lying on the floor battered and bruised,
They are used to the abuse.
They help their mother to stand up
They beg their father to stop.
But he knocks her to the floor again,
All we see and know is pain.
Our beautiful mother beaten by our father again.
The sons want to beat their father up,
They want the abuse to stop,
But their father sees it as his right, to beat his wife and children today and every day.
And for us it was the only way, it seemed that domestic violence was here to stay.
We would pray dear God help our mother today.