The whole thing with the poor young woman has caused me to reflect. I understand that she feels she loves him, the bloke who punched her face. It will take her a while to realise that love has no forms of violence or attempts at violence.
I had to end my marriage because there was violence towards me. He never punched but threw me to the floor a couple of times and would hold me down, and other things that left no marks.
It took a long time to feel life was OK without him. I had children to look after so my time was full. Now I can’t bear his company.
Violence is never OK. Even attempted violence or words of violence.
Some plants arrived today. I am creating a new flower bed. It will mostly in shade so lots of silver and variegated foliage.
I enjoyed strawberries on my breakfast and the tomatoes are getting redder. It feels good.