Men who hit, and the women who love them

This day is dragging on so I thought I would get on here and ramble. Here is what plagues my thoughts today: Domestic Violence: Men who abuse, and, more importantly, women who let them.
It is a good thing that I don't work directly with this area of crime, but I still run across things that boggle my mind. When a man is arrested for Criminal Domestic Violence year after year, month after month, and the victim is the same woman, I just cringe. I have long wondered about the "battered wife syndrome," a term that I can't remember if I heard or made up. What is it that makes a woman stay with a man who mistreats her? This takes all forms: emotional abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse, cheating, etc. And though it is all wrong, I suppose the lines of anything other than physical abuse are more gray. But when someone hits another person, it's fairly obvious to that person that something very definitive and wrong has just occurred. Why would that victim stay with the person? I know that the victims are extremely insecure. I know that the abusers turn on the charm and try to make the victims feel better or twist the events to make it seem like the victim deserved it. I know these things. But in my heart, I grieve for these women who are so desperate to be loved, that they find a cheap imitation and settle for their own destruction. I wish that every woman knew her worth in God's eyes. I wish that every little girl would know a man's pure love so she didn't grow up searching in all of the wrong places for what she lacks. As always, I wish I could help.

What's New

Seeing as how I have been employed for almost a month now, I suppose "Vocational Purgatory" isn't exactly accurate anymore. However, I do still feel that way, in a sense, because I'm not, nor do I desire to be, settled here. I am working at the Solicitor's Office in Spartanburg County which provokes remarks about exactly what I am soliciting. For you non-South Carolinians, it's the District Attorney's office. Basically, I work with the folks who prosecute criminals. It is interesting to read police reports and watch the news unfold, but aside from that, it's not too exciting for me. I suppose I can settle for the fact that in some small way, I am helping ensure the safety of my community.
So, I am working. And though I have settled for "working to eat," aside from a brief conversation at church yesterday, I haven't heard a single thing from the resumes and emails I sent out over a month ago. However, I will soon be teaching a couple of voice classes which should get my foot in the proverbial door, and I was recently approached by the Boys and Girls Club for the purpose of teaching drama and/or a choir. That one would be volunteer, but it's something. Aside from those things, I am co-leading an 8th grade girls discipleship group, teaching 5th grade children's choir, singing at a senior adult luncheon, playing the flute in the orchestra for "State Fair," and choreographing and performing with a local drama troupe. So, I'm a tent maker, but I'm doing what I love and what I was born to do. For now, I'll take it.