I have nothing to hide

I never put this out there before. In fact I lied to cover it up. But you know what? I have nothing to hide anymore. 

I wasn't battered in the typical sense. In fact, these 2 instances were almost an accident. Accident in that the outcome wasn't what was meant. But no accident in that it was indeed a predictable outcome of out of control anger.... of a tumultuous display of power and attempt at controlling rather than talking.

It's sad. And embarrassing. And ugly. Not what you expect from a family. Not what you expect from reasonable, well-educated, people. Not from someone who's whole identity and career are built on developing caring, respect, honesty and responsibility through the work they do. Someone who builds string communities and strong families.

There was an ugly early morning fight on day in November 2009 just after Thanksgiving. Luckily the kids were already off to school. I don't even know what the fight was about, but I do know that I went into the bathroom and locked the door to get away and be by myself. He wasn't done making sure he had the last word and actually broke the door. He swung his hand (maybe back hand? I don't know) and knocked my glasses off and broke them. I also got this lovely black eye.

 This was from an argument at dinner one night. He threw a fork at M's head. A FORK! It was also December of 2009. M was 14.

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