Ok gang, you asked for it. The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing But the Truth. My husband is a serial abuser. The first time he hit me was shortly after S19 was born. Pushed my head through the sheetrock (good thing I missed the stud). Was immediately apologetic, and foolishly, I fell for it. We argued a lot, and I insisted on MC. There were more incidents of pushing, slapping, pinching, socking, often leaving bruises. I covered up for him. Ashamed. Confided in his mother, who did not want to hear about it. I stayed. And made another kid. And things were fine, for a while.
