There have been three occasions - during my almost 25 year marriage - where individuals (all of which are or were neighbors) have said (to my face) cruel and hateful things to me about Angie (my wife) out of spite.
Let me expound on the phrase - "out of spite". It means as a result of being really angry with me first and foremost.
I have no problem with individuals being angry at me. That's their choice. I learned years ago that my spiritual gift is vacuuming. I bring out either the best or worse within those I engage with. Considering all of that, when individuals indirectly attack my spouse as a result of their vitriol towards me, that's when I want to lose my Christianity.
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There've been a number of times (either amongst the Samson Society community or otherwise), over the past 7 years, where I've harbored quite (or to some lesser degree) the disdain for friend's wives. Sometimes it was due to their temperament or maybe their general incompetency as a __________. But rarely do guys pick up on this from me - unless I feel so moved - on behalf of what I'll dub "the greater good". Therefore, I'm personally familiar with the circumstances surrounding what can manifest itself as indirect relational tension.
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Angie is one of those wives / mothers that's an easy target for cruel and hateful scorn. She's one in a million, and as such, her halo is blindingly bright. Therefore, most individuals recognize this immediately upon meeting her, and as a result, resentment can fester (towards her and me as her fortunate spouse) 'till an eventual breach.
Of note here though is that one of these three aforementioned occasions did manifest itself from the mouth of a man. That was truly the most unusual (& demonstrative) profession of disgust with me as I witnessed this older guy cast his derogatory net wide enough to include Angie. Weird.
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Back in the '80s there was this stupid, terrible movie that played on HBO repeat an awful lot. It was an early Stephen King adaptation called Firestarter, and it starred a young, way overrated actress who had a reputation for spending her free time in bars in LA. That being said, the only redeeming quality of this screen turd was the inclusion of Mr. George C. Scott (one of my favorite actors), though it was unfortunate that he found himself mixed up in this cinematic debacle.
Case in point, if I weren't a Christian, I'd want to be Drew Barrymore's character in that stupid movie.
Hopefully you catch my drift.
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