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I often conduct domestic violence to my wife.

Every time I beat my wife, I will regret after doing that. I will apologize to her, make her delicious food which she likes, buy her any clothes or bags she wants, try my best to please her and hope she can ive me.

But my feeling of repentance has never been long.

I think I’m crazy in that I can’t control myself even if I try my best. I am so easily angry. As long as my wife makes me angry a little, I will drag her hair mercilessly and bump her head against the wall, just like I have a deep hatred with her.

In fact, we used to have a good relationship. After I apologize, we still have a good relationship. At least in the eyes of outsiders, we are an enviable couple—both of us are sessful in business and have never been separated from each other from high school age to marriage.

The only problem is that when I get angry, I turn to domestic violence.

One day in October, my wife’s best friend came back from a tour in Egypt and brought her a delicate black cat ornament. I recognized that it was one of the gods of Egypt, Bastet. It is the Cat Godness in ancient Egyptian mythology. Before the unification of upper and lower Egypt, she was the goddess of war in Lower Egypt. Later, her priesthood gradually transformed from the God of war to the guardian of the family, symbolizing the warmth and joy of the family, which is widely loved by Egyptians.

I know it is a good mascot, but there is a saying in my hometown: black cats will bring misfortune to the family.

My wife and I are from the same city. She must know that saying just like me.

Nevertheless, she took the black cat ornament home and put it in the most prominent position in the living room.

I saw it, and then I got angry.

I punched and kicked my wife and scolded her at the same time: “don’t you know black cat is not lucky! It will bring us a curse! Damnation! Do you hate me Do you want to curse me”

My wife was beaten black and blue by me.

As before, after I beat her, I regretted it.

I hold her and say I was wrong. I won’t do it again, I promise.

My wife sobbed and did not speak. But she would have iven me before. This time she said nothing.

Though I felt strange, I still made her favorite dishes for dinner in silence.

In the evening, I woke up from my dream and found myself covered with bandages, even my eyes. I can’t see anything; I can’t move and I feel hard to breathe.

“I remember that ancient Egyptians mummified people, right” The voice of my wife came from my ear. It was gloomy, like it came from another world.

“What are you doing!” I roared, every inch of me was trembling.

“You are right. There is a curse for you. But it’s not from the black cat essories.” She said, and then wrapped my nose and mouth with more bandages.

I can’t breathe. I’m going to suffocate.

“It’s from your fist.” She said.