...if a man hits u once he will hit you again said Oprah

good morning... it is 553 am. been up since 4 or so... slept really bad last night. don't know why. i am having my coffee moment and wanted to share

Oprah: "if a man hits you once he will hit you again!" It depends on whether or not she put up a fight. Have seen a woman put up a fight and sending man that attempted to hit her a second time to the hospital and he never ever again in their lives put another hand on her. But this is kind of the puertorican way. I guess we don't go down easy. We are feisty and we fight. Physically if necessary. I personally was trained to fight because my sister was 4-1/2 yrs older than me and we were in constant conflict. She was 2 x my size and I was a runner. But I felt abused many times when she would take my food off my plate (and then you wonder were I got this do not touch my plate issue). One day I told her, as a friend of mine sits in the living room, that I was getting milk, guava paste, and white local cheese, (a treat for any puertorican) and I particularly asked her if she wanted some that she would not take any from my plate. That I would make her a plate but she had to have hands off my plate. Understood? Understood she said and that she did not want any.

Ok so I go get my guava milk and cheese ready and leave it in the living room with my friend to go to the bathroom and upon my return my sister is in my plate. I proceeded to silently without protesting grabbed the glass of milk (she had just washed her long hair that were in curlers and she had just spent 1 hour under the hair dryer) and I poured with great delight the milk over her curlers! And ran, ran for my life. The house was in a development that was still being built and since I was a runner and skinny and she was a bit hefty I knew she would never catch up with me. So I did a circle and went back home to my room and locked myself and left issue to be handled by my mother. She never did that again.

That was an aggressive way of doing things. It was years of stealing my bacon, my sodas, my food, years of being her slave (until I rebelled, but she taught me how to be a doer rather than one that stands on the sidelines). But we would always have physical fights over the who is washing the dishes etc. Funny grew up and I thought my mother preferred her and she thought my mother preferred me.

Have to go... Have a glorious day!

PEACE OUT!