Her father was an alcoholic who often beat her mother. Sometimes he beat her.

Her mother bore the beatings with stoic nobility. She noticed a sly twinkle in her mother’s eyes as she watched her sob. Her mother would tell her crying with a quiet pride that it was us women’s lot to bear. Men were like that.

She fell in love when she was of age. After marriage she ‘found’ out that he was an alcoholic. Sometimes he beat her. Her daughter saw a silent glee on her face as she watched her weep.