The Reason Why I Think I Respect Women So Much...

Hello, and thanks for reading.. this is my first story so please cut me some slack if its not the greatest, but do feel free to comment according to how you feel. I believe my respect for women extends back when i was a young child, only about 3 or 4 years old. There are many who say that at that age you are too young to remember things that happened in such detail, but i quite disagree..I remember my mother, she was about 5'2 maybe 100lbs soak and wet, very beautiful, bleach blonde hair half way down between her sholder blades, a very happy, loving person..everyone loved to be around her. My Dad on the other hand was a very vile, mean, controlling person.. My mother had heart problems, (she had a hole in her heart) and the hole got bigger after i was born, she was on an organ donor list to receive a new heart, but by the time they got one for her, she was too weak to go through surgery and survive it, so she took the option to live the rest of her time that she could to be with the ones that she loved. Anyhow the visions of my dad beating on her are still so fresh in my head, that it almost seems like yesterday..and that was 24 years ago. I remember sitting in the living room watching tv, i could see my mother in the kitchen preparing lunch, and my dad come through the door, he had been drinking, and was being loud and abnoctious..and the first thing that he did was start on my mother, yelling at her, screaming, then he grabbed ahold of her, told her how worthless she was, and started pushing her repeatedly up against a pillar that divided the living room from the kitchen, she was crying..sobbing tears flowing..begging him to stop while holding her chest..he looked at her and said " your chest hurts huh" then started punching her in it...I begged him to leave my mom alone, he finally did, went into the bedroom and passed out.. I remember going up to my mother and holding her, and crying so hard with her.. just watching her hold her chest...even to this day, and now as i am writing this my eyes are watering with tears..this is only one occasion that i remember my mother being beaten, all of the memories are still so much alive in my mind today that it nearly kills me.. needless to say my mother did not live too long, she passed when i was only 5 years old. There is nothing i hate more in life, than seeing a man beat on a woman, or to even treat a woman so wrong when she has done absolutely nothing to deserve it...I love women, i love every aspect of a woman, her touch, her feel, her looks, her feelings, and her heart.. that goes for all women..and i believe that the memories of watching my mother go through such a horendous time, has made me realize how wonderful a woman really is.. i truely respect women. When men beat on a woman in front of there child, reguardless of the age, it takes a direct toll on that child, im living, breathing proof, and it utterly destroys a child to watch there mother go through such agony..

Thanks so much for reading, i look forward to hearing your thoughts...