She had left with another woman.  She didn’t want her son or her husband all
she wanted was a woman.  And then she
came back.  He remembered their last
argument, how his father had called her a ***** and a ***** and how when he had
called the other woman that, she had raised her voice to him for the first
time.  He had punched her in the mouth
right in front of him, he tried to leave but his father hadn’t let him.  His father had told him that night that his
mother wanted to be like a man so he would hit her like a man.  When his father got tired he left her lying
there.  Not knowing what to do, he had
approached her and she had asked for his help.

He helped her get out of the house that night thinking she
would want him with her.  He didn’t see
her for years after that night.  And for
years his father convinced him of his own beliefs.  He worked on him and spoke to him about his
mother all the time.

When he became a police officer, he was suddenly surrounded
by strong women who his father called dykes.

They weren’t or most of them weren’t they were just women and he was
fine with that.  His father teased him
mercilessly about not having a woman.
Even going so far as to call him a *****.  When he started working out and boxing, his
father started seeing him a little differently.
When he needed to bulk up the steroids he had been able to get from
other fighters had turned his aggressive tendencies into dangerous ones.

When his mother died, he didn’t know what to feel, if
anything.  At the cemetery, he never
approached the woman who took his mom and he remembered the last time he had
seen her he had hit his mother just like his father had shown him.  His mother hadn’t wanted to see him after
that.  Two weeks later he met Detective
Jane Rizzoli.  She was beautiful and
strong, he never noticed she resembled his mother.  The guys at the station joked that she was a
***** but he didn’t believe it.  She went
out with guys, she just didn’t take any *****, and so he pursued her.  He was persistent, sending flowers, leaving
notes, dropping by her desk until she finally said yes.

After their date, he had taken her home hoping to be asked
inside.  She said no.  He had gotten angry and called her a
*****.  Expecting an answer, she had
turned around and walked into her apartment.
She didn’t return his calls and she wouldn’t accept his apology.