“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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