Quote Originally Posted by Lise
the woman who punched/choked/shoved/belittled/etc me was horribly abused as a child. My desire to be the one who healed her, saved her, made it all worth living for was so strong that I stayed and "took it" for 5 years. I've since come to see how grandiose and downright wrong that thinking is. Now, when I go out with someone who's telling me some story about how he is/was the "victim" of something, I get away as fast as I can. Cuz I know that when I can't fix it for him, it'll be my fault. I feel like I've got that lession in my bones.

Hearing your stories makes me think, once again, that you just don't know what that woman riding the bike has gone through to be as strong and hopeful as she is, cruising down the road.

Ride on, ladies. Now we're free. L.

Sorry it took so much pain for you to learn that life lesson, Lise!! But you are so right, we're free now!
I'll tell you, it never ceases to amaze me the past stories of the women I meet. You sure can't judge a book by its cover. Lotsa women who have been to hell and back but carry themselves as if their life has been as charmed as Paris Hilton's. I don't know who ever said woman was the weaker sex. Not true at all.