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I am a victim of domestic violence.
It’s a confession. A self-revelation. A purging of guilt. If I say it out loud, I feel a weight lifting that has been there for what seems like eternity.
Why should I feel guilty? As many times as he convinced me that it was my fault, it wasn’t. His urges and tendencies were deep-seeded. But what if I hadn’t picked so many fights? What if I had been skinnier, prettier, smarter. What if I hadn’t worn makeup out just to make myself feel better? What if?
Four years ago, I had just graduated and was on my way to a prestigious internship with a large newspaper. I would soon land a full-time job in a tough economy. I was on top of the world. I was beautiful, talented, and ambitious. I felt unstoppable.
Today, my spirit is broken. My smile isn’t as wide. I’m…
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