We moved to Portland in 1994. Put a little money down on a little house, and puttered along. Met friends who are pro-marriage at what used to be our church. But something was always wrong. I was not allowed to share with the other women. Hus strongly emphasized that you 'keep private things private' which made sense. It was reinforced with, 'if you tell anyone, I'll make sure you never see your kids again'. More shoving, punching, bruises. No police reports. Goldey maintains her silence. Her health suffers at times. Her depression flares up. Seeks counseling through EAP, and invites Hus to join. Counselor saw right through the act. Called him on his chitt, and Hus freaked. Refused to accept any part of the mess.
