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Today I want to welcome Vonnie Davis to my blog. She’s a sister author with Wild Rose Press and has been one the supporting angels who’ve made me glad I sent in a submission that was accepted. Being one of the roses in their vast garden has been a great experience.
IF WOMEN WERE MEANT TO BE DOORMATS, WE WOULDN’T HAVE BUMPS

light-heated, full of humor and more reflective of my personality. But today
I’m on my soapbox with something to share.
At some point in history, we women
were sold a flawed bill of goods. We were told to be a good wife, we had to be
subservient to our husbands and silently put up with his male moods. To be a
good Mother, we had to “do” for our children. And to be a good employee,
neighbor, or committee member, we had to silently handle whatever was heaped
onto our plates.
were sold a flawed bill of goods. We were told to be a good wife, we had to be
subservient to our husbands and silently put up with his male moods. To be a
good Mother, we had to “do” for our children. And to be a good employee,
neighbor, or committee member, we had to silently handle whatever was heaped
onto our plates.
In short, we had to be a doormat.
One doesn’t necessarily go hand in
hand with the other.
hand with the other.

expect the same in return. If I am to respect him, then by golly, he better
respect me. Things like tenderness, willingness to do little things for the
other, respect, emotional support and all the kindnesses that grease the wheel
of marriage should flow both ways.
I’ll be no man’s doormat—although
I have been in the past. And may an elephant caress my ex-husband with his
toes.
I have been in the past. And may an elephant caress my ex-husband with his
toes.
To be a good Mother does not mean
we enter into maternal slavery. We do our children no favors by doing
everything for them. Our daughters and sons need to know how to fix a meal, sew
a seam and scrub a toilet. My two sons know how to stuff a turkey and clean an
oven. My daughter can pound a nail and change oil in her car. As I taught them
to take care of themselves, I also served as Room Mother, chaperone,
taxi-driver and football and wrestling mom.
we enter into maternal slavery. We do our children no favors by doing
everything for them. Our daughters and sons need to know how to fix a meal, sew
a seam and scrub a toilet. My two sons know how to stuff a turkey and clean an
oven. My daughter can pound a nail and change oil in her car. As I taught them
to take care of themselves, I also served as Room Mother, chaperone,
taxi-driver and football and wrestling mom.
Motherhood does not lower us to
doormat status; it elevates us to the role of teacher and mentor.
doormat status; it elevates us to the role of teacher and mentor.
When I was working, I took great
pride in handling my job to the best of my abilities. But don’t expect me to do
Martha’s work, too, especially if Martha is too busy flirting or gossiping or
surfing the net to do her work. Don’t think I’m going to work myself into the
ground so your life will be easier. Ain’t happenin’.
pride in handling my job to the best of my abilities. But don’t expect me to do
Martha’s work, too, especially if Martha is too busy flirting or gossiping or
surfing the net to do her work. Don’t think I’m going to work myself into the
ground so your life will be easier. Ain’t happenin’.
Because if women were meant to be
doormats, we wouldn’t have bumps.
doormats, we wouldn’t have bumps.
Women aren’t less than.
We are more than.
Yet, somewhere along the way, a
number of men adopted the philosophy that it’s ok to abuse women—physically,
sexually, verbally and emotionally. Some statistics state 1 in 3 women suffer
an aspect of domestic abuse or violence. These men, who inflict abuse, are
either emotionally ill or conditioned by the society in which they live or
their religion that they have a right to “control” their wives by any means
necessary. In their minds, their wife is their doormat.
number of men adopted the philosophy that it’s ok to abuse women—physically,
sexually, verbally and emotionally. Some statistics state 1 in 3 women suffer
an aspect of domestic abuse or violence. These men, who inflict abuse, are
either emotionally ill or conditioned by the society in which they live or
their religion that they have a right to “control” their wives by any means
necessary. In their minds, their wife is their doormat.
While it’s easy to say, “I’d never
live with a man like that,” it’s also easier to slip into that pattern of
action and reaction than one might think.
live with a man like that,” it’s also easier to slip into that pattern of
action and reaction than one might think.
In my debut book, Storm’s Interlude, I deal with my
heroine’s past domestic violence at the hand of Phillip, her ex-fiancé. Rachel
is a home care nurse and Sunny is her patient. They are outside, walking around
the house…
heroine’s past domestic violence at the hand of Phillip, her ex-fiancé. Rachel
is a home care nurse and Sunny is her patient. They are outside, walking around
the house…
“Tell me more
about you and Phillip.”
about you and Phillip.”
Rachel looked
away for a beat, tamping down the pain of the memories. “Once we were engaged,
the putdowns started. When I’d object, he’d say I was paranoid or neurotic.”
away for a beat, tamping down the pain of the memories. “Once we were engaged,
the putdowns started. When I’d object, he’d say I was paranoid or neurotic.”
Sunny sat up
straight and stared at Rachel for a beat. “Paranoid? Neurotic? Girlfriend, you
have got to be kidding me! You’re so
not any of those things.”
straight and stared at Rachel for a beat. “Paranoid? Neurotic? Girlfriend, you
have got to be kidding me! You’re so
not any of those things.”
She swiped at
a tear. “No, but I was in such an emotional state over losing Daddy…the
suddenness of his death.” She looked down at her clasped hands. “Some teen
texting and driving hit him head on. Daddy and I were so close.” She cleared
her throat, trying to regain control. “Initially, when Phillip’s insults
started, they didn’t register. Guess I was in a kind of emotional fog. Every
time I didn’t see things his way, he accused me of being paranoid or neurotic.”
a tear. “No, but I was in such an emotional state over losing Daddy…the
suddenness of his death.” She looked down at her clasped hands. “Some teen
texting and driving hit him head on. Daddy and I were so close.” She cleared
her throat, trying to regain control. “Initially, when Phillip’s insults
started, they didn’t register. Guess I was in a kind of emotional fog. Every
time I didn’t see things his way, he accused me of being paranoid or neurotic.”
Sunny took
Rachel’s hand and squeezed it. “That’s so cruel. The manipulating bastard.”
Rachel’s hand and squeezed it. “That’s so cruel. The manipulating bastard.”
She squeezed
Sunny’s hand in return, their emotional bond strengthening. “That’s how the
abuse started. With his undermining my mental stability, I actually started to
doubt myself. Can you believe it? Long story short: he wore me down emotionally
so the remaining steps of the abuse seemed normal.” She shrugged again. “Like I
deserved it or something. The temper rages started. He beat me several times,
broke my wrist. I got scared and ended the engagement. Took me a while, but I
finally came to my senses.”
Sunny’s hand in return, their emotional bond strengthening. “That’s how the
abuse started. With his undermining my mental stability, I actually started to
doubt myself. Can you believe it? Long story short: he wore me down emotionally
so the remaining steps of the abuse seemed normal.” She shrugged again. “Like I
deserved it or something. The temper rages started. He beat me several times,
broke my wrist. I got scared and ended the engagement. Took me a while, but I
finally came to my senses.”
“Smart girl.”
She pointed her finger at Rachel. “Now I understand. That’s why you reacted the
way you did earlier when Storm was rough with you, isn’t it? Oh, honey, if
Storm knew…”
She pointed her finger at Rachel. “Now I understand. That’s why you reacted the
way you did earlier when Storm was rough with you, isn’t it? Oh, honey, if
Storm knew…”
“There’s no
reason for him to know. He has Pilar to think of, not me. You ready to go the
rest of the way?” Sunny nodded and stood. They started walking again, arms
linked.
reason for him to know. He has Pilar to think of, not me. You ready to go the
rest of the way?” Sunny nodded and stood. They started walking again, arms
linked.
Sunny patted
Rachel’s hand. “Honey, I think the two of you are kidding yourselves about the
way you feel. If you could only see how you look at each other, hear the sound
of your voice when you address one another…” She wiggled her fingertips in the
air. “…see the sparks between you two, then you’d know what I know.”
Rachel’s hand. “Honey, I think the two of you are kidding yourselves about the
way you feel. If you could only see how you look at each other, hear the sound
of your voice when you address one another…” She wiggled her fingertips in the
air. “…see the sparks between you two, then you’d know what I know.”
Rachel
shrugged. “I’ve accepted how I feel. I’ve also accepted the man I care for is
engaged to another woman. I refuse to bemoan how much it hurts, ’cause frankly,
it hurts like hell.”
shrugged. “I’ve accepted how I feel. I’ve also accepted the man I care for is
engaged to another woman. I refuse to bemoan how much it hurts, ’cause frankly,
it hurts like hell.”
“What am I
going to do with you two?” Sunny stopped and looked at Rachel, who crossed her
arms and regarded her with one eyebrow cocked in defiance. “Okay, okay, I can
see you don’t want to talk about it. So, tell me what your ex-fiancé did when
you broke off the engagement.”
going to do with you two?” Sunny stopped and looked at Rachel, who crossed her
arms and regarded her with one eyebrow cocked in defiance. “Okay, okay, I can
see you don’t want to talk about it. So, tell me what your ex-fiancé did when
you broke off the engagement.”
They started
walking again. “He slashed my tires.”
walking again. “He slashed my tires.”
“Bastard.”
“I replaced
them. He slashed them again.”
them. He slashed them again.”
“Oh, a
determined bastard.”
determined bastard.”
She looked
away. “Yes. Next he smashed a window in my SUV and slashed the seats. When that
didn’t make me come crawling back to him, he broke in my house and cut up all
my clothes.”
away. “Yes. Next he smashed a window in my SUV and slashed the seats. When that
didn’t make me come crawling back to him, he broke in my house and cut up all
my clothes.”
“Oh, see, now
we’re gonna have to kill him. A man doesn’t mess with a woman’s wardrobe and
live to tell about it.” Sunny smiled wryly.
we’re gonna have to kill him. A man doesn’t mess with a woman’s wardrobe and
live to tell about it.” Sunny smiled wryly.
“Of course,
there were harassing phone calls and e-mails. Terrible texts.”
there were harassing phone calls and e-mails. Terrible texts.”
“Did you go
to the police?”
to the police?”
She nodded.
“Oh, yeah. Repeatedly. Got a restraining order against him after he beat me and
broke my wrist, making it illegal for him to come within five hundred feet of
me or my house. He wasn’t allowed to contact me by phone or text or e-mail.”
“Oh, yeah. Repeatedly. Got a restraining order against him after he beat me and
broke my wrist, making it illegal for him to come within five hundred feet of
me or my house. He wasn’t allowed to contact me by phone or text or e-mail.”
“I gather
that didn’t stop him.”
that didn’t stop him.”
“No. He broke
in one night.” She bent to smell one of Noella’s peach roses, giving Sunny a
second or two to rest. Their walk around the house was tiring her.
in one night.” She bent to smell one of Noella’s peach roses, giving Sunny a
second or two to rest. Their walk around the house was tiring her.
Sunny plucked
a yellow rose and ran it over her cheek. “What happened?”
a yellow rose and ran it over her cheek. “What happened?”
“At the time,
I was taking care of a patient in a little town about thirty miles from Yazoo
City, where I lived. So I commuted every day. Got home after dark every night.
One night he was waiting on me, sitting in my living room, big as you please.
Said he wasn’t leaving. Claimed we were getting married within the month.”
I was taking care of a patient in a little town about thirty miles from Yazoo
City, where I lived. So I commuted every day. Got home after dark every night.
One night he was waiting on me, sitting in my living room, big as you please.
Said he wasn’t leaving. Claimed we were getting married within the month.”
Sunny took
her arm, and they started walking again. “Oh, that gives me the chills. What a
sick creep. What did you do?”
her arm, and they started walking again. “Oh, that gives me the chills. What a
sick creep. What did you do?”
“I surprised
him. I pulled a gun out of my purse and ordered him out of my house.”
him. I pulled a gun out of my purse and ordered him out of my house.”
Sunny stopped
and looked at her with a shocked expression, one tinged with respect. “Really?
You had a gun?”
and looked at her with a shocked expression, one tinged with respect. “Really?
You had a gun?”
“Yes, I had a
permit for it and everything.” They’d finished their trek around the house, and
Rachel held the door open for Sunny. “He left, but not before threatening to
kill me. Said I had two options: marry him and live, or die without him.”
permit for it and everything.” They’d finished their trek around the house, and
Rachel held the door open for Sunny. “He left, but not before threatening to
kill me. Said I had two options: marry him and live, or die without him.”
They stepped
inside to the coolness of the mudroom and then entered the cleaned kitchen,
where the hushed noise of the dishwasher created a humming background. Sunny
collapsed in a chair, her breathing labored again. “And?”
inside to the coolness of the mudroom and then entered the cleaned kitchen,
where the hushed noise of the dishwasher created a humming background. Sunny
collapsed in a chair, her breathing labored again. “And?”
“And I
figured I had another option. I hid from him. A coward’s way out, I suppose. He
didn’t know where I was working.”
figured I had another option. I hid from him. A coward’s way out, I suppose. He
didn’t know where I was working.”
“He never
followed you?”
followed you?”
“No, I made
sure of that. Once my patient was in remission, I went to Colorado for a few
weeks to relax and decide what I was going to do about Phillip. That’s where I
was when you contacted me. Since I came straight here, he has no idea where I
am. I got a new cell phone number and e-mail address. No one in Yazoo City has
it except Lynda. She’s the only one who knows how to get in touch with me other
than my mom. For the first time in months, I feel safe.”
sure of that. Once my patient was in remission, I went to Colorado for a few
weeks to relax and decide what I was going to do about Phillip. That’s where I
was when you contacted me. Since I came straight here, he has no idea where I
am. I got a new cell phone number and e-mail address. No one in Yazoo City has
it except Lynda. She’s the only one who knows how to get in touch with me other
than my mom. For the first time in months, I feel safe.”
Ah, but was she safe?
For one lucky commenter
today, I’m giving away a free copy of Storm’s
Interlude, nominated 2011 Book of the Year at Long and Short Reviews.
Please leave your email address so I can notify you should you win. And
remember, God didn’t create you to be a doormat.
today, I’m giving away a free copy of Storm’s
Interlude, nominated 2011 Book of the Year at Long and Short Reviews.
Please leave your email address so I can notify you should you win. And
remember, God didn’t create you to be a doormat.
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