TheThe day I decided that enough was enough.

It was a cold Friday night,I still remember like yesterday. I was sitting in the kitchen, waiting for my husband to come home. As usual, he was late and drunk. My heart started beating faster because I knew what would happen next.My husband, Max, had been drinking for years. Whenever he came home drunk, he found a reason to beat me. Sometimes it was because the food was cold, other times because I asked him where he had been. Even when I kept quiet, he still found something to complain about.I stayed because I loved him. I...