Pressed Into Faith

I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man. When my parents were having words, my father would give my mother the back of his hand. But it’s not with her husband my mother wanted to fight. She knew, he was listening to his mother who always thought she was right? I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man. But I don’t know, backhanding my mother may not have been part of my grandmother plan. But what happen the next time, made me my mother’s number one fan. Now I was too young to witness this. My mother told me about its years later. She even showed me the clipping from the newspaper. She was ironing his shirts for work one day and they were having words their same old way. He turned to backhand her like he would usually do. But she grabbed his hand before he could follow through. She... Ironed a wrinkle on his shoulder and another one on his chest, manage to get his mid-section as he hollered and professed. He tried to get away, but stumbled and fell. It’s a good thing he found religion, because he sure caught hell. The police were called, and a newspaper reporter made it there too. She explained to them both, in defending herself. She did what a woman in her position had to do. I had to kick his behined and his ego too! oh, and he’s going to need some help removing my shoe. I changed my husband’s attitude with an iron, He is not a man! No husband of mine! And that’s why I put my foot where the sun doesn’t shine.