Beaten Beyound Her Give

Two people met right there in the company of family and friends, she was every man's dream and he so attentive with an eye set on owning her as his very own. Attentive enough to secure the I do, and too diligent to be questioned by any woman this night in shinning armor had a smile and winning personality that bade this woman follow him even into hell if need be. Most women, never get to see the side of a man they most need to see before the I do, yet if a keen observer, they can know enough to run with the quickness.
Ruby was a quiet young woman, and Lyle a pliable man among men, and gentle to family and friends without a doubt. So it was quit natural for both families to think one was a nice catch for the other. And right there under the nose of on lookers, love became admired if from a distance. Lyle made Ruby the apple of his eye, and Ruby loved every attention Lyle gave to her, even if it seemed to be a bit much as days and weeks turned into months.
Attentive, is a watch word in curtain circles, whereas a specialist who knows trouble, it can be the clear sign of trouble ahead. But lovers linger at attention as horses and mules linger at the stall of their choice. So too, Ruby was given more attention then she could handle, and Lyle made sure he had more then enough to share with her. Calling her up, to see if she got to work safe, and calling to see what she ate for lunch, and paying much attention to how she was getting home and how long it would take her.
Saying I do, came like clock work, and amid the same family and friends that started the love affair, they smiled till it was time to d-flower. Trembling at the thought, Ruby began to breath harder then usual, and was glad when Lyle had to take a quick step out to meet and greet a few friends who made his day perfect. While Ruby was gathering her nerves together to fix herself so that her husband can have the best of her mind and body, time slipped into hours before she saw sign of her husband. When he finally enter the room, before she could catch herself, she dove into him with who what where and why? Before the breeze of his breath could identify the beer he was drinking, he slapped her with enough force for her to recognize abuse right from jump!
Ownership came at a price, and now he own her with clear documents to prove it. Stunned, and shaken, with no desire to disrobe, he pulled and tugged until she had nothing to hide, and there he took advantage of her being a woman and he being the man. What pain was inflicted, was now only a consolation to the wedding vow, and what tears were shed, only greeted those from earlier.
That first question, became the catalyst to every other beating, and the sum total of his manhood. Who he was as a man, was based on his life behind closed doors, and who she was behind closed doors with him, became her nightmare merely. Oh! he still was the family and friend Mr nice guy, and other things to other people, but his manhood was gained at home at the expense of a woman in fear with his name as proof she was owned.
Many times she thought about leaving, and many times she questioned where she went wrong. Just how can so many people be wrong at one time, and how can other people be so blind that she trusted? Truth be told, love ask little questions, debate must take place before love is entertained, for love is a monster when the head on a woman's shoulders becomes her very own enemy. Now here she in, locked in a relationship with an abuser whose might has now become her dread. Out of frustration, she plans on leaving him, not as a way to hurt him, but as a way to free herself from the ties that bind her to missilry. So in fairness, she talks to him to tell her plans, as a last ditch, effort to be decent and kind, after all, she is not like him. Right there in the room that had up to then seen many of her beat down, she laid out her case. That last regret, was implied at her funeral!