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It doesn't matter if you do your very damnedest to not be her, to be quiet, to be good, to not make a fuss, to be thin, to be chaste, to be a good mother, to keep a clean house, to not break a single one of the eggshells that you walk on every single day. It doesn't matter; it's not about you. If he's going to hit you (if he's already hit you), he's going to do it no matter what you do.
Most of you on my flist have been around long enough to know my general opinion on matters such as this. For those of you who are new--
I do not tolerate victim-blaming. EVER. If you read up on this story or others like it and your first instinct is to scoff about how she must've provoked him and he never would've done it if she hadn't been a slut/too mouthy/such a bitch; if your response is to say, "Well, I'm not trying to blame the victim, but" or if you think, "Well, she must be exaggerating"; if you believe Team Chris icons are cute and shirts saying "Rihanna deserved it" are funny . . . then kindly remove yourself from my flist. Thank you. ((I sincerely hope this didn't need to be said, but once in a while people surprise me.))