Abuse

While I was out of town last week, I started receiving a series of unsettling emails. The instruction was to Google a person's name to get the full details. (If I seem a little vague here, bear with me.) I know and trust the people who were feeding this information and I recognized the name they told me to Google.

This is a true story about abuse, written by someone who does not know all the facts. I know enough.

A man comes home. He has had too much to drink. He is an egomaniac and one of those insufferable men with a God complex. He has probably let his semi-celebrity status fuel his narcissistic tendencies. He and his wife argue.

Like me, she is probably no shrinking violet.

The anger escalates. The threats begin. Of course, an innocent animal is involved.

The official press version from his attorney is "He decided to clean his gun and it accidentally fired."

He shot the dog in the leg and as his wife cradled the poor animal in an attempt to protect it, the bullet went through the dog's leg and along her head.




Her eardrum was blown. She was in the hospital for several days and is now recovering from surgery. The dog also required immediate care.



There is so much abuse in this story I can barely handle it. But let me be up front about this much. This is not an unbiased opinion. This is not an attempt to be fair. This type of story or a similar one is played out every day in every city across this country.

No, I can't be unbiased in telling you this story for one reason.

The woman in this story is my cousin.