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‘Can I murder the baby now?’ My first day back to work from maternity leave, I got a text message.’: 3-month-old shaken baby survivor suffers ‘extensive’ brain damage, ‘A moment of rage changed my baby forever’

“I called his father. ‘What happened?’ He didn’t have much to say. I choked down tears and made my way to the hospital. After x-rays, I was told they suspected child abuse. My baby was bleeding in his brain due to non-accidental trauma. I immediately went to his father. ‘How could this happen?!’ He just kept repeating, ‘He was choking on milk.’ I was enraged.”

‘Don’t worry honey, I have no plans to die today.’ He asked me to watch a movie with him, but I declined.’: Daughter regrets turning down dad’s invitation night he was murdered

“I called my dad and he didn’t answer, which was weird. I drove over to his house. His car was there, but he wasn’t. I started panicking. I knew something had to be horribly wrong. My dad never ignored me. I called bars I knew he’d go to when he relapsed. I couldn’t find him. Finally, around 4:00 p.m. I called the morgue. The very kind woman informed us there was a John Doe. When she described him to us, I knew it was him.”

‘He couldn’t take it anymore. I noticed a dramatic shift in him. He got home and said he was done.’: Wife pens candid post about husband suffering from severe PTSD, says ‘we are ready to break the silence’

“I’ve been hiding our family’s ‘secret’ for years. My husband has severe and debilitating PTSD. Masking our smiles. Faking ok. A complete nightmare. Ty is a combat vet and has been a police officer of 10+ years. He knew they would look at him like he was crazy. He didn’t want his coworkers to think he was weak or less than. Year after year, I’ve begged him to hold on.”

‘His temper was sexy. The strength of this man, MY man, made me feel safe. I couldn’t have been more wrong.’: Woman ‘lets go’ of anger from abusive relationship after husband dies by suicide

“I remember him sobbing, telling me I’m the only woman ‘strong enough’ to fight back, so why didn’t I fight back? While changing clothes in our laundry room, I heard what sounded like a dumbbell dropping. I called to him and heard nothing. Our dogs were outside of our bedroom and nothing in the world could prepare you for what I found. My husband, lying on his back by that very weight set, bleeding. Emptiness is all I remember feeling. Regardless of the emotional and physical trauma this man had inflicted, I was traumatized.”

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