Thanks. It really was evil, me begging for help and him looking at me with disgust and calling me pathetic. A stranger would have cared more. A lot of it was because he had set his mind on him and his friend smoking that morning.
I guess I didn’t care enough about myself to draw the line there.
My mom helped me that day, but was of little help about him. She was afraid to say anything much about it. She gave me plenty of bad advice over the years about how to be a wife. She only left my dad when he chased her with a knife.