I remember thinking,
If he could just remember who I am? If he could just remember me, then he would stop hurting us.”
I remember being so concerned with what he was going through, that I didn't think of fighting back. I just wanted him to remember and then stop. But he didn't
It wasn't a stranger who attacked me. It was my husband. The beating came inside our honeymoon suite. And in the middle of the fight I had to decide
…to save myself by letting go of whatever I thought this marriage was going to be and recognizing the rage I see is hot enough to kill. So, I had to decide if I was woman enough to leave…
the picture quote is an excerpt from the poem “fight back”
