Unfortunately, he did it again. You remember lying there on the floor, hurt and in pain. It plays over and over in your head. The tears roll down your face. You can’t stand the thought of it. The name calling… His hands around your neck…. His fist against your face…. You have a broken spirit. You wonder how he could do this to you. You wear sunglasses at night and long sleeves during the day. You don’t want anyone to see the marks and find out what’s going on. Th...