Trapped in Silence: The Hidden Reality of Domestic Abuse and the Struggle to Break Free
The first time he put his hands on me was Labor Day weekend, 2012, just 5 months after we met. We went to visit his dad and stepmom for the weekend. We sat around the bonfire while he and his dad drank – a lot. Later that night we went into the basement to go to bed. He went into the bathroom…