Because our sex life was basically non existent, my mom gave me a book on sex, and after reading it, I asked Frank to read it and he threw it at me across the room. Then there was the time he was drinking at Magnotta’s all day and I asked him to fix the door hinge on a tall white utility cabinet we had in our kitchen. He began to hammer it and he hit his finger with the hammer and yelled out. I ran over and said, let me see your hand to help and with that he began to hit me with his bloody hand and blood began to go all over me, the floor, and the walls. I ran down the stairs to my neighbor (an old Italian woman who taught me to make spaghetti sauce) I thought he went mad. Then there was the time we were at Sally and Dad’s home for dinner. Dad, Frank, and I were in the living room. Linda and Debbie were playing on the living room floor. Sally called for us to go in for dinner. I told the girls to go to the dining room. Debbie went and Linda did not. Frank was laying on the couch, Dad was in his chair, and I went to the kitchen. When Linda did not come, I walked back to the living room and gave her a small slap on her bottom and said,“Get in there!” Frank jumped up from the couch and punched me in the eye right in front of my dad. My eye swelled up like another nose and my dad called the police and had him arrested. I had to go to court and the judge said that he had never saw such a shiner on a woman and said if it ever happened again, he would “throw the key away.” I forgave Frank because I felt the judge really scared him and he would not dare to hit me ever again. He did not. Getting back to my mother in law... I would invite her for dinner. She would walk into my house, put down her purse, and go directly to the hamper and start washing my clothes. This was driving me nuts because it happened all the time. Frank and I were going to NYC for a week to his Uncle’s condo on Park Avenue. I was pregnant with Debbie. But guess what, we had to take his mother (we could never get away without her). I was finishing packing when she got to our house. The diapers I had washed were not yet folded. She marched right over to them and
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