My son beat me up just because the soup had no salt. What I did after that...

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My name is Monica and I'm 61 years old. Last night, my own son hit me until I bled over a bowl of unsalted soup. While I was left on the kitchen floor wiping up my own blood with an old rag, he calmly went to his room, closed the door, and fell asleep as if nothing had happened. As if hitting his own mother were the most normal thing in the world. ... Read More