The Battered Husband by Barbara Bensoussan describes a little known issue: husbands who are abused by their wifes. The Shalom Task Force Hotline receives over 1000 calls a year and 5% of those calls come from Jewish Orthodox men. Barbara interviewed both Sharron Russ and Meir Rizel, Shalom Task Force’s Director of Men’s Education, and shared their stories and experiences with her readers.
 When Chaim got married 15 years ago, he never  anticipated that his wedded bliss would degenerate into a nightmare.  “For the first few years everything was more or less okay, although my  wife Naomi never wanted to participate in any family gatherings on my  side of the family,” he says. “My siblings tried to welcome her, but she  never seemed interested. My sister thinks Naomi was intimidated by us.  The result was, I was prevented from participating much in family  events.” Chaim wanted to make his marriage work even when his wife was  difficult, especially because they had children right away. The first  few arrived in rapid succession, and the third had some developmental  issues. Chaim was learning in kollel, and money became very  tight. “Maybe it was the stress of lots of kids so fast, plus Naomi  working so hard, and us never having enough money that made everything  start to unravel,” he speculates. “She was also a perfectionist who  always wanted our Shabbos meals to be fancy and the house just so.”  After several years of this stress, Naomi started becoming extremely  demanding. By then Chaim had dropped afternoon seder and begun working in a local grocery store to make ends meet. Since Chaim had a break between morning seder  and going to work, Naomi used to leave him a long list of things she  wanted done: shopping, housework, paperwork for their daughter’s special  programs, forms for government assistance programs (because of their  low income). “If I didn’t manage to do everything she wanted me to, oy vey!” Chaim relates. “She’d start screaming so loud our neighbors used to hear, which was a terrible chillul Hashem.  Or she’d punish me by saying I wasn’t allowed to touch the supper she’d  made, and if I tried to take a pot to make myself something, she’d  scream that I wasn’t allowed to touch her pots. Very often I’d go to bed  hungry to avoid making more of a scene in front of the kids.” Chaim was  increasingly miserable as the years went on, but he felt responsible  for his six children. How could I leave my kids with a crazy woman? he thought. How would the children find shidduchim  if their parents divorced? But Naomi’s mental health only seemed to  deteriorate. Naomi’s sleeping habits became very erratic; she’d be up  all night obsessing about her terrible life, lack of money, and stress.  She expected Chaim to keep her company all night long. “When my eyes  began closing of their own accord, she’d pour water on me to wake me up,  then laugh at my reaction,” Chaim says. “One night she threw my tallis  bag clear across the living room. “She stopped caring who saw her  behavior. Once she came into the store where I worked and began throwing  cans of food at me. Someone called Hatzolah, but she ran away, and when  one of the men approached her and tried to convince her to come with  him, she refused.”  [....]

 
 












