This is why people who grow up in abusive families often marry abusers. My first husband slapped me, made fun of me, belittled me, forcefully tickled me while holding me down to prevent me from getting away, and controlled everything about me. He was a “women belong in the kitchen” man, and he also told me every move to make while I was in there. It was do it his way, or it was wrong.

My family loved him. Thought he was a great guy. Of course, they treated me the same way.