Because men are the abusers
I was married from 2002 to 2009 to a woman who had me convinced that I was abusive, for all seven years. Even with a thick file of hospital visits and scars from cuts, I "should have known better". She was just a "passionate woman" and I should man up. With a lump of scar tissue on the back of my skull from a cast iron skillet....still the hospital social worker pulled her aside to ask if she was "okay". Blood and stitches to the contrary, I was 6'4" and 250lbs, she was 5'4" and a hundred pounds lighter. I was the bigger one, I was the man, so I was the abuser. End of story. The police only ever spoke to tell me to spend the night elsewhere because she asked them to. I was having my scalp stitched the first time that happened. I learned to just keep quiet and go along with it after the second time. My one and only call to them for help (after I left the ER with broken fingers) never received an officer response. I slept at