Yeah, domestic violence. I'm not yet a month out of the DV shelter - I lived there for five months, so I'm über-sensitive to statements like 'I can't leave because I love him/her'. Abusive relationships crush your soul, to the point where you cannot help anyone, not even yourself, not even your own children. Ask me how I know...
AFAIK-as far as I know
AFAICS- as far as I can see.
Eta: I owe my getting out to my T. That's kind of where I'm coming from when I tell you you're going to be a T. One day it might be you who is in the position to give a woman her life back.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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