he got in my face. literally. my nose was basically touching his chest. he was twice my height. and i didnt care about any of that. i was tired of the sexist comments. the threats. i was fucking done. so i got to watch his head spin. im not typically one for fighting. in fact i will find reasons to stop it. but if you are going to say youll “take care of me” that my husband should “control me” that i must be “on my period” i will put my foot down! every fucking time. i sat down for years but ever since that day i slapped my mother across the face i stood up and i refuse to EVER sit back down!