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A few months ago, I was brutally hurled against a wall. My eyes closed, dreading what would follow, I felt fire-hot fingers grip my throat. Praying I was dreaming, I reluctantly opened my eyes.

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As my pupils struggled to register what was happening, a blurred image came into focus. Standing there in willful rage was the person who had just recently got down on one knee and promised to love me forever. However, at that moment, all I could feel from my ex was hate.

I heard, “I DON’T WANT YOU.” I couldn’t breathe. The shock of the words ripped the breath from me.

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Then, just shy of fainting, I was flung onto the hardwood floor. As my partner hovered over me with a dogged determination to make me pay for uncovering lies and infidelity, my instinct to survive kicked in. I mustered up the strength, seemingly out of nowhere, to scramble to my feet.

I whispered, “I can’t believe this is happening.” The response: “Oh, but it is.” The words spoken to me with deliberate, quiet intensity. That is