SusanofO
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Well in those days, if a woman was actually married to a violent drunkard, she probably just had to put up or shut up, because divorce was possible, but as I recall it was very socially ostracizing and frowned upon generally. One drawback to that era. If she wanted to leave, she couldn't really get a job that would ever support a family, so especially if she had kids, unless she could live with relatives, or had a "plan" and some other kin d of help besdies, she was basically totally screwed. I remember as a child seeing "Women's jobs" and "Men's jobs" classified in the "Help Wanted" section of my local newspapar - the women's jobs were inevitably things like secretary or nurse or teacher, or light industrial factory work, or waitressing, and even thought they didn't pay much to begin with, in those days, it was legal to pay women less than men, in fact it was "justified" by people believing (to a degree) that most women had a "husband to support them" (what's that got to do with it?) I know there was a woman who lived next door to me as a kid, and she was divorced - and also a real shrew. She made her son (age 10 at the time) paint the entire house one Summer in the blazing hot sun, and yelled at him the entire time. She also had a terrific drinking problem, and was undoubtedly an abusive parent. When he was 17, he shot her with a shotgun, and killed her, and did several years in a juvenile detention facility for that (my family had moved to a different neighborhood by that time). I remember thinking what a nice kid he was at 10 years old (he was a nice kid, even if his mom was a shrew)- it was just a tragedy things evolved for them to that point. That was slightly off-topic, but I remembered it, and thought his mother's problems were possibly somewhat increased with having to bear the social stigma of the time of being divorced. - Susan
< Message edited by SusanofO -- 9/8/2007 4:20:26 AM >
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