What a strange night...

It is really very strange how the human mind works.  It has always remembered that the abuse that I depicted last night happened, but immediately blocked the aspects of it that really made it life threatening and dangerous...  The look on my mom's face when she was bouncing my head off of the concrete, the way the muscles in her arms strained to hit me harder when I didn't submit...  The fact that she only stopped when my stepfather diverted her attention.  To me, after it was over, I just felt almost like it was a normal everyday occurrence, and talking about it was just attention seeking... How is it that I forgot about these things almost before they happened, and then one night, 12 years later, I remember it as vividly as yesterday because my wife had an affair with another man? It does at least explain why I am taking my wife's affair so hard.  I have trusted exactly two women in my life...  The first one nearly killed me, and the second one hit me right where it hurts.