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I just couldn’t live like that anymore, you know. He always yelled, maybe pushed me once or twice but he actually never punched me before. The first time we were at a restaurant and he’d had a few beers. Maybe I should have stopped him but I said, “I drive home”. He got quite excited and started yelling. I drove home.

When we got home anything would have set him off, I think, but he dropped a beer bottle because he was quite drunk. He pushed me when I tried to pick it up. He took a swing at me and when it connected... He called me a bitch and after that it just kept happening, you know... I got a couple broken ribs and bruises.