I’m a statistic now. The things I’ve thought about women like me are now what others would think of me if they knew my current situation. “How could she love him after what he did to her? How could she contemplate taking him back?” It’s sad that those are the first thoughts that run through our minds when someone is abused. Shouldn’t there be more distaste in our mouths for the abusers than for those who continue to love the abusers?
