“One night, upon returning from an evening out with his friends, I disagreed with my ex-husband. Out loud. I can’t tell you why exactly; I was almost seven months pregnant – nauseous – tired – cranky – hormonal. At any rate, I told him to shut the hell up and quit picking on me. And he punched me. Hard. In the belly. I honestly don’t remember much after that; I know that I wrapped my car keys round my fist and beat the holy fuck out of him. The situation ended with me locked out in the parking lot and him in the lobby of our building, frantically trying to hold the door shut, blood pooling on the floor, his face and chest the consistency of ground round, screaming like a nine year-old girl.”
