I have had a gun held to my head with a bullet in the chamber and finger on the trigger more than a handful of times. I have been choked multiple times. I have been held down by a larger and stronger body. I have been blocked so I could not leave a room. I have had multiple bruises all over my body. I have been called things I am not. I have been accused of doing things I did not do. I have had things I love taken away from me and held for ransom. I have been in the passenger seat of a car while the driver went 135 miles per hour swerving and yelling that we were both going to die. I have had my car taken. I have been told I would never see my kids again. I have been told the only way out was death. I have had to cover up marks on my face. I have been lied to. I have seen a gun held to someone’s head threatening killing themselves on multiple occasions. I have been cheated on over and over again. I have had money withheld from me. I have had to keep secrets. I have done things that I am not proud of out of fear. I have not been able to choose my own friends. I have had very little if no contact with my family. I have lost my best friend. I have had my privacy invaded. I have had someone question my clothes. I have had someone question the smell of my body. I have been told I was loose down there. I have been told I was never beaten because that is the only thing considered abuse. I have been bitten on my leg. I have been blamed for injuring my attacker when all I was doing was protecting myself.