When I was a boy my aunt use to get beat by her husband. When my dad found out she begged him not to go and hurt her husband. My dad didn’t listen. So, he went over there and he told her husband “Either you get tired of whopping on her…or you get tired of me coming over here and whooping on you.” I guess my aunts husband wasn’t one to get tired, because he didn’t stop hitting her. My dad after a while stopped going to her rescue. He said, “those two both deserve each other. I have never met two people who enjoy an ass whooping as much as them.” I don’t know why I remember that right now. My dad was pretty tuff and I liked that about him.