On DV: The Day I said "Enough."

⚠️ Trigger Warning: Contains graphic depictions of domestic violence, emotional abuse, and physical assault. Proceed with caution.

I guess the story really goes back to 1990 because that's when I met the guy we're going to talk about here. By the end of this post, you'll hate one of us, and I hope it isn't me, but anyhow...

In 1990, my sister was in the city to have her first baby. It was an exciting time for the whole family, but obviously, since I was such a teenage badass, I had to act nonchalant and carefree. "Big deal, everyone has babies!" Oh, but I couldn't wait to get up to that hospital and see my brand new baby niece, as well as my older sister who had been like my best friend while we were growing up.

"I hit the walls so I don't hit you,"

I saw this post on a page I follow, and I fell down a rabbit hole of memories and regrets. Basically, in the post, the woman is thinking back to a time in her youth when she was briefly touched by a weird sort of violence that is all but ignored by most of society.