The only two men I have ever lived with, my father and my ex, have hit me. Neither of them have ever hit anyone else.
I made them want to hit me, I don't know what I do, but I do, and then they have to live with the guilt that they hit a woman for their whole lives. My ex was apparently a good man, he was good to everyone else, he is good to his kids, he was good to his exes, so it must MUST be something I did. My father never hit my mother, brother, sister, he only hit me. So it MUST be something I did.
And all the women's aid in the world isn't going to convince me otherwise. I caused this, I caused this upset in my children's lives by being immenentlt hittable. If I hadn't done something to make him want to hit me, he would still live here, he would be happy, the kids would be happy, and probably I would be a lot happier.