There was nothing to cushion the blow when I slammed into a bank of hand-crafted wooden cabinets in his kitchen. Wrapped in bandages, attached to a pump which incrementally dripped medication to alleviate the pain caused by my surgery, the man I was involved with for more than two years grabbed me and threw me across the room. His grip was as fierce as an adolescent dog which refuses to release a child’s stuffed toy from its saliva dripping mouth. Read more »