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The next morning after a stint in the emergency room, I lay in bed worndering what next? I'm here because my husband convinced the police, my family, and even me that I am unstable. Why? Because I no longer hid his secret. He decided to make a call to my family because he panicked. He screwed up and let his secret out. After tonight, the many beatings that were below the neck and above the knee could no longer be hidden; he lost control and the black and blue marks became visible. He opened his mouth. The one thing he taught me not to do. He now had the task of covering up what I had done for so long. Like a fish out of water, he spent countles hours trying to figure out how to blame me for his problems. Will there be another beating after he returns from work? What excuse will I make this time?
I felt I could not turn anyone. I knew that if I stayed, it would only get worse, if I left with no plan I'd be back. The mind I thought was gone had found its way back that night. I built up enough nerve to ask him to leave. He was indeed shocked, to say the least. I was quite surprised when he took me up on my offer. I began mapping my master plan. My wedding vows kept swarming in my head. I knew at that moment it would be "'Til Death Do Us Part Or Get A Damn Good Lawyer." As I sit here with a smile on my face and peace of mind, I say to you, what will I do in the morning.
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