She did not think that it was a big deal that he had a blue collar job. He was obviously a good father - he had custody of his kids. And, actually, she thought it was great that he was so handy! On their third date, he had installed three ceiling fans in her house and FINALLY hooked up the damn automatic ice maker in the freezer!
"I'd like to see a pencil pusher do THAT!" she thought to herself.
It was good to have a man around for the boys. She would watch him play with the four little boys - his two and her two. And, it felt right.
They were married.
But, within a few years, the trouble began. When they met, she had not been out of grad school long. But, then she got a promotion and then a new job, and within those first years, her salary was double what hers - and his - had been in the beginning.
It caused trouble in their marriage. She was not the one that had the problem with it. She still respected him. But, he could not respect himself.
"I WORK for a living!" he would blurt out, out of the blue. "I don't sit around in an air conditioned office!"
He had always spanked the boys, and she had been alright with it. They were a boisterous mob, ages six through ten, and a spanking once in a while was fine. She had been spanked as a child.
But, now he started to get really rough with the kids. It was as though he were full of anger, and if one of the boys added one more drop to the bucket, he would overflow in a raging torrent.
In the end, she had to take the kids - all of them - and go.
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