Oh, my therapist knows and I have a DV advocate.

I've always thought that words were worse than fists, and they are. We're waiting to hear back from the therapist now. We see him on Saturday, but I'm not real hopeful. I'm just so depressed, and nothing seems to be pulling me out of it right now.

I wanted hubby to go to a dv class, but he never did. He doesn't seem to understand that 'normal' people have to adapt to us - or let us go. Right now I don't care which. Just make this awful feeling go away.