She had abused him verbally and possibly physically.
The significance of that—and I think it’s often true no matter the form of abuse by a female—is the distorted perception of women in general. Not once did Gerald ever talk about women in a kind or caring tone. He mentioned women he had dated, and he’d say things such as, “I know she’s slept with a dozen men.”
His references weren’t limited to them, but he tagged every woman as immoral. We were still good friends when he married either his third or fourth wife, and she was one of the finest women I’d ever known. He made accusations about her I was sure were wrong, but he insisted he knew the bad things she had done.
That’s what I mean by distorted relationships. One time I said, “You’ve never had a satisfactory relationship with a woman, have you?”
“Not yet,” he answered.
The last I saw Gerald before he moved to another state, had married the woman he had vilified. And I thought, it will never last.
I tell this about Gerald because he lived and died without facing his distorted view of women. That’s one of the sad results of abuse.
I want to face my pain
because I want to be free from it.