My 98 pound frame could not stop a 250 pound pig. I was to hold the large wooden sorting gate slightly open to let the big pigs through, then close it quickly to keep the rest of the herd from escaping through the opening. I was pregnant and did not need to be in such a position anyway. I finally got upset and told Wayne I would chase the pigs and he could hold them back. He did just a bit better than I did. After finally getting enough fat pigs corralled and into the pickup, I went to the house crying. I was so disillusioned with the knowledge I received that day, finding out that he had such a short fuse. I had never seen him act like that before. After Wayne finished securing the truck loaded with the 250 pound demons, he came to the house to apologize for the anger he displayed toward me. This was the first and only time Wayne ever verbally apologized to me for a wrong doing since we have been married. |