Yesterday was one of those days in which I went to bed feeling restless. I didn’t want to talk about this, but what I saw on tv last night really makes me feel obliged to talk about domestic violence. Four victims in one day. Four. Four! It’s hard enough to see a person die every other week because of domestic abuse, but four in one day goes beyond any limit. I didn’t know any of those women and, fortunately, I’ve never known any woman that has died for this reason. But when I saw the news I felt such impotence, restlessness, anger… so many emotions. And when I talk about domestic violence I’m talking about both genders, a man killing his woman and vice versa.

I cannot understand how a person can kill his/her significant other by punching, pushing, kicking, slapping, shooting her/him. I really can’t. Why do they do that? What kind of satisfaction do they get from doing that? Do they do it because of fear? Insecurity? Because they feel inferior or understimated? I have no clue.

But I needed to write about lines about this topic. I’m aware of the fact that there will not be one victim less because of this post. But I need to dream and think that there will come a day when ALL relationships are based on respect, trust, communication and love, and not on punching, rolling and kickin’.

“Black eyes, I don’t need ‘em… blue tears, gimme freedom… Positively, never goin’ back… I won’t live, where things are so out of whack… no more rollin’ with the punches, no more usin’ or abusin’. I’d rather die standin’ than live on my knees, beggin’ please… no more! Black eyes, I don’t need ‘em… blue tears, gimme freedom… black eyes all behind me, blue tears will never find me now… Black Eyes, Blue Tears - Shania Twain