Yeah, it's true. She does. She's only five foot tall. Weighs in at around 130. Is an old lady and not terribly strong. But by God she lets me have it when she gets angry, which isn't all that infrequently.

Me, I'm normal. About six foot, 180 pounds. Average strength. If I ever had hit her I'd have hurt her, so I never have.

When she hits me (sometimes over and over and over) it really doesn't hurt, but it's saddening. Makes me feel bad.

We're simply not the kind of people who get the authorities involved in such things. Never have, never will.

But I'd really like to break her of the habit. It's just embarassing. And sad.

She hits me and wonders out loud why she married me. Hits me in anger and spite. We've been together 42 years.

No, I'm no ladies' dream. All I am is a guy who earned a decent living for a good while and then didn't. And she still comes from the mindset that men make the money and women cook and keep house. Really. It may well be hard to believe in these present days, but it's true.

So we live in the past. And she hits me for what she's missed, what she didn't have and never got. God bless us all.